Security

©Lydia Lord

What we call "security"
A house and a meal and a bed
If I hadn't turned my back on that
One of us woulda been dead
When I found the guts to stand up to him
The choice was easy to see
To stay and lose my spirit
Or leave and learn to be me

Security isn't a feeling
That somebody else can provide
The only security worth a thing
Is the kind you find inside

I think there's lots of folks like that
Stuck in a hopeless place
Scared to walk out on the life they hate
For fear of the life they'll face
And sure, I was scared but I made a choice
To face the world on my own
And folks showed up to help me out
And I found I wasn't alone

Security isn't a feeling
That somebody else can provide
The only security worth a thing
Is the kind you find inside
The only approval that's worth a thing
Is the kind you find inside
The only freedom that's worth a thing
Is the kind you find inside