(Intro)
In the silence of the night, I hear my call,
Lost in the shadows, I stand tall.
Searching for answers, in the depths of my soul,
On this journey, I’ll make myself whole.

(Verse 1)
Every step I take, every choice I make,
Leads me closer to the path I must take.
Through the darkness, I’ll find my light,
In the chaos, I’ll make it right.

(Pre-Chorus)
Echoes of doubt, whispers of fear,
But I won’t let them hold me here.
In the mirror, I see the truth,
On this journey, I find my youth.

(Chorus)
Finding myself, in the depths of my mind,
Through the struggles, I’m redefining.
In the face of doubt, I stand and fight,
On this journey, I’ll find my light.

(Verse 2)
Lost in the noise, I hear my heart,
Guiding me back to where I start.
Every scar, a lesson learned,
In the fire, my soul is burned.

(Pre-Chorus)
Echoes of doubt, whispers of fear,
But I won’t let them hold me here.
In the mirror, I see the truth,
On this journey, I find my youth.

(Chorus)
Finding myself, in the depths of my mind,
Through the struggles, I’m redefining.
In the face of doubt, I stand and fight,
On this journey, I’ll find my light.

(Bridge)
Through the pain, through the tears,
I’ll confront all my fears.
In the silence, I’ll hear my voice,
In my truth, I’ll make my choice.

(Chorus)
Finding myself, in the depths of my mind,
Through the struggles, I’m redefining.
In the face of doubt, I stand and fight,
On this journey, I’ll find my light.

(Outro)
In the silence of the night, I hear my call,
Lost in the shadows, I stand tall.
Searching for answers, in the depths of my soul,
On this journey, I’ll make myself whole.

Finding myself, in the depths of my mind,
Through the struggles, I’m redefining.
In the face of doubt, I stand and fight,
On this journey, I’ll find my light.

Finding Myself

Winnipeg composer, retired from the farm, still chasing meaning in melody. My work lives where TV cues meet YouTube soundscapes, with a few albums in between. Built in Mixcraft Pro, fuelled by late-night coffee, stubborn curiosity, and a Stoic’s sense of timing. Also writing on politics, history, and philosophy, because sound isn’t my only instrument.

Finding Myself

Wayne Mathison