Knowing this life is up to you is something you have to hold onto

There's no textbook for this life, no saying what's right for me
I'm not settling; I'm still listening, just not buying in
Your wealth and possessions don't impress me; or your life

You can call it what you will, but your paradise is still a cage with gold bars

I want to know what it feels like to hold it in my hands and heart
And let the warmth bask over me
The feeling of being alive, hold it; you never know when its leaving
Let the course that's supposed to be happen