What will my life look like if I wasn't so consumed by this?
I see women with their children in the park and I feel a little ache.
Is knowing that kind of love really something I'm willing to miss?
And will I feel like a failure no matter what choice I make?
Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Is it worth it?
Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Is it worth it?
How would it feel if I could really rely on someone
Who would brew me up a cup of tea to calm my worried head?
Part of me thinks I don't deserve a family till my work gets done.
Can you really lead a revolution and still be home in time to put your baby to bed?
Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Is it worth it?
Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Is it worth it?
Would I only resent him for holding me back from making my dreams come true?
Would I only grow guilty and selfish, feeling perpetually torn between the two?
I'm stubborn as hell, so how could anybody even love me enough to stay?
How could I bring a child into this broken world anyway?
I remember my mother, circles under her eyes, cleaning up my mess.
How did she relentlessly surrender so much of herself for me?
I wish I could ask her, was it worth it?
But if it wasn't, would she ever confess?
Should I make the opposite sacrifice to be who I need to be?
Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Is it worth it?
Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Is it worth it?
Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Is it worth it?
Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Is it worth it?
Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Is it worth it?
Take wife and motherhood, put them high, high up on a shelf.
If I don't give my all to my calling, I'll never forgive myself.
I swear I'll make it worth it.