I moved to California in the summer time
I changed my name thinking that it would change my mind
I thought that all my problems they would stay behind
I was a stick of dynamite and it was just a matter of time, yeah
All day, all night, now I can't hide
Said I knew myself but I guess I lied
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If you're lost, we're all a little lost and it's alright
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If you're lost, we're all a little lost and it's alright
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
I wrote a hundred pages but I burned them all
(Yeah, I burned them all)
I drove through yellow lights and don't look back at all
I don't look back at all
Yeah, you can call me reckless, I'm a cannonball (uh, I'm a cannonball)
Don't know why I take the tightrope and cry when I fall
All day, all night, now I can't hide
Said I knew what I wanted but I guess I lied
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If you're lost, we're all a little lost and it's alright
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If you're lost, we're all a little lost and it's alright
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
Oh-oh-oh-oh, it's alright
Oh-oh-oh-oh, it's alright
Oh-oh-oh-oh, it's alright
Oh-oh-oh-oh, it's alright
To be lost sometimes
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If you're lost, we're all a little lost and it's alright
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If you're lost, we're all a little lost and it's alright
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If you're lost, we're all a little lost and it's alright
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If you're lost, we're all a little lost and it's alright
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If you're lost, we're all a little lost and it's alright
I love how she wrote about her relationship with God :
I am God’s downstairs neighbour, banging on the ceiling with a broomstick.
I show up at His door every day. Sometimes with songs, sometimes with curses. Sometimes apologies, gifts, questions, demands. Sometimes I use my key under the mat to let myself in. Other times, I sulk outside until He opens the door to me Himself.
I fear sometimes that when I die and meet with God, that He will say I disappointed Him, or offended Him, or failed Him…
She went through a lot with God from crying out day and night to Him, to cursing Him. Yet she is confident of this:
One thing I know for sure is this: He can never say that He did not know me.
Links :-
https://www.nightbirde.co/blog/blog-post-title-three-2rjnk
https://www.instagram.com/_nightbirde/?hl=en
https://thirst.sg/blog/nightbirde-the-true-story-behind-americas-got-talent-golden-buzzer-winner/
https://www.goodhousekeeping.com/life/entertainment/a36676470/who-is-agt-nightbirde-jane-marczewski-golden-buzzer-2021/
https://www.thegospelcoalition.org/article/nightbirde/