I'm proud of myself. Honestly, I don't need anyone to tell me what to do I have eyes to see the beauty of the world Ears to listen to the music of the spheres Hands to greedily grab what I want Feet to take me to my self imposed destiny O my Lord, please tell me Why then do I need You To comfort me, to caress me, to care for me To tell me what to do In this immense, confusing world?