I know somehow, someway, I will get through Relief I find in knowing I’ll be free My future I no longer can eschew. I cannot swallow for I have not chewed. I’m stuck behind this door without a key I know somehow, someway, I will get through. Success comes to only a lucky few And one of them I very well may be My future I no longer can eschew. Why is grass green and why is ocean blue? Unanswered questions churn inside of me I know somehow, someway, I will get through. The book of life is turning pages new It’s taken many years for me to see My future I no longer can eschew. I dream of where I’ll be and what I’ll do Away from home; I’m scared to be lonely I know somehow, someway, I will get through. My future I no longer can eschew.