Random

It's time like these when we try to figure it all out.
I'm trying to be everything to everybody.
I fail to figure out what I need to be to me.
I've got favor, I'm faithful, I'm assured it's going to be alright.
I'm not worried, just a bit anxious.
It's not on me, in my hands, the battle is already won.
God always does his part, we just have to do some.