pushing broom

Fall has come again, bringing the leaves to the ground.
Another year’s gone away, nothing’s changed in this town.
Far may it be from me to live someone else’s dream.
Although my aspirations soar, I’m left waiting for more.

So many times we believe that our lives will go to waste
Unless we strive to achieve so many things out of haste.
Sometimes we run too fast when God is asking us to crawl-
He who is faithful minding less shall be given to rule over all.

I hear a voice that says, “There’s so much more to life,”
But I don’t know where I’m really supposed to be.
I dream my name in lights for all to see,
But could it be that faithful to what i’ve got is what i first must be?

Fall has come again, bringing the leaves to the ground.
Another year’s gone away. I plan to leave this boring town,
But far may it be from me to leave my dreams because of fear.
And yet i’m not afraid to push a broom another year.