Is it a blessing or a curse To be found, to be found? Is it a burden or a gift To be bound, to be bound? Are you a comma or a dot To my run-on sentence For I was just a word That had refused to be defined There is freedom when you say I am through, I am through Room for something to begin All anew, all anew I'm now a horse without a race I will gallop where I please And with no shame, no hesitation I'll go down upon my knees My lonely days are over, over My lonely days are over, over My lonely days are over And love is love is love is love No matter who you're thinking of So you can open all those doors That someone closed so long ago Cause you're bolder when you say I am through, I am through Room for something to begin