I’m an unwritten story.
A work of art, waiting to be made.
All of my achievements, all my glory,
All these things I’ve done.
But still there is no story.
I will never feel any regret,
I will never feel sorry.
Cuz on my goal, my eyes are set.
But no feelings, are out let.

I could write it as I go along,
But I don’t really want the fame,
I don’t really need the shame.
I don’t want all that glory.
And that will be my story
I’ll just go with the flow,
Stand in the front of the row.
As I’m waiting, to get to that place,
Waiting for god and all his angels
To give me some grace.