Like a Skin
By Sara Groves

A butterfly can just look back, flap those wings and say oh yeah, and never have to be a worm again
The snake gets tired of being him, he wriggles from that itchy skin, leaves it lying where’s he’s been, moves on
And I am longing for something tangible
Some kind of proof that there’s been change in me

Feels like I have been waking up, only to fight with the same old stuff
Change is slow and it fills me with such doubt
Come on new man, where have you been?
Help me wriggle from this self I’m in
Leaving it like a skin upon the ground

Help me leave it like a skin upon the ground.