I used to wonder what my purpose was what I was meant to do and then my purpose found a synonym; that synonym was you. I know I don’t have all the answers yet, but I’m always finding more and I’ve the answer to just one question: What am I fighting for?
That which we call a Rose by any other name would be someone who I’d die for I know she’d do the same. And that which I call my heart has forever been claimed and there will come a time, when I’ll be by your side and I will finally know my place, I’ll finally know my place
These days I suffer no delusions I know why I was made but lately I’ve started to wonder; why must I be what they say? And so I built a new foundation and I put you at its core but now you’re gone and I can’t stop searching but what am I searching for?
That which we call a Rose by any other name would be something that I could love perhaps with time, someday. And that which I call my home is oft subject to change but there will come a time, and there will come a day I’ll finally know my place, I’ll finally know my place
I never wanted to be a mother I only wanted to be your other half But in the light of recent changes I’ve learned that life sometimes rearranges and maybe what broke your heart could give you a new one and maybe what broke your heart could give you a new one
That which we call a Rose by any other name would be made of the one I love I’ll love them all the same and that which I call my life I’ve taken by the reigns I think that now’s the time, I think today’s the day I’ve finally found my place, I see it right there in your face