David Lingabee Songs & Songwriting

Rising above it all,
I keep on trying to do,
Happiness seems to wait there for
Myself to start anew.

I know I have become things,
That I don’t want to be,
So hard to leave what I resist,
I’m trying to just be me.

I did become that lover,
I’m stuck to what they gave,
Why is it hard to leave that world,
I feel now I’m a slave.

I did become my father,
I really didn’t know,
I yearned for love and caring for,
As I grow it stops me so.

I did become that schoolboy,
Who I punched onto the ground,
I justified it all back then,
But now it has me bound.

I did become my teacher,
She cared so much for me,
But I couldn’t have the love she gave,
I mocked her thoughts of me.

I’m trying to imagine,
The effects I did create,
Because of my own lack of love,
From receiving too much hate.

What have I become now,
What or who am I,
I lost the innocence of who I was,
My life is now not mine.

I’m starting my own reversal,
Of inspecting who I am,
And what exactly I’ve become,
So I start to give a damn.

To help myself seems courageous,
To help another feels right,
This helping seems to calm my life,
And keep me out of strife.

I know I have become things,
And some are really bad,
Facing demons that I ignored,
No longer makes me sad.

What have I become then,
Who or what am I,
Who knows how that path will end,
It feels good to know I tried.

Does any of this matter,
I’m afraid it really does,
It doesn’t erase at when I die,
It follows me just because.

Rising high above it all,
I keep on trying to do,
Happiness seems to wait there for
Myself to start anew.

Rising high above it all,
I keep on trying to do,
Happiness seems to wait there for
Myself to start anew.
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