In my quest to get things right,
I wasted minutes, hours, days and nights.
In my quest to never be wrong,
I hurt myself, I hurt others, and I never made time to sing that song!
In my quest to not lose your love,
I lost myself and became an unwanted dove.
Then something happened in this quest.
I found my purpose, I passed my own test!
And in my quest to rewind the clock,
I worked like hell to stop that ol’ tick, tock.
I sat back and realized the time I had wasted!
I started to enjoy the finer things others had already tasted!
In my quest to continue my life.
I have loved, fought and got rid of all the strife!
For in my quest to love like no other...
for many, as well as my own, I became or remained a mother.
And in that quest I do declare, that life became better and so did the air.
I started to breath, I started to dance and every day I told myself, “Cynthia, give yourself a chance!” For in my quest to get things right, this time I wasn’t going to waste it on senseless fights!