I'm in love with the chill in this morning's air...
Wondering who'll pull my hair...
September flirting with me...
Showing me what I thought I could not see...
Throw all doubt to the wind; yes I dare...
Bring the visions from behind my eyes out in front...
Time to claim and no longer deny...
For my insecurities my ancestors did not die...
Burn the fears...
It's either them...
Or ME…