Sometimes, I’m at a loss for words

I’ll just let 1997 Hot Water Music have the floor:

To shed skin and begin
An intake that will make a difference in clear thinking
For conquering any fear that is thrown in direction
When at a weak point or time of suffering
The edge won’t quit if there is no giving in to what drags on
To be negative or seem wrong to live
To carry back home
With full intent and better sense
To recognize what is false and part with it
Knowing doubtless by instinct which triggers
Thought on how to grow
In soul without gold or praised lies
Which keep the sheep all right
With anything that seems safe and convenient