Midwife My Life

Lyrics

Verse 1

Man this is cool, I's fooled I couldn't be a writer
I couldn't journal, no, I needed something tighter

My devil danced with this demon
And the fiddler's tune is far from over
My Irish roots are out tonight
Found I tucked away my four-leaf clover

Pre-Chorus

Red Rover, Red Rover, call me out for some disclosure
We only got one minute, but this moment's far from over
Sober

Chorus

Midwife my life, I'll survive the heist
Revive a slice of spice, it's imprecise, I know
They're just words, but they're devised
To dive past pride, close to where you hide

Verse 2

Too deep, I know, I shouldn't say, I shouldn't mention
But once you find out about the next dimension

You get to drop a little extra tension
Attention—
Retention of this next invention grants redemption

Bridge

At least that's what they promised
At the self-help convention

Outro (spoken or sung soft)

Man this is cool…
I's fooled…

Interpretation

The piece frames growth not as rescue or self-mastery but as a human process of emergence—being witnessed, supported, and allowed rather than fixed or forced. It moves from vulnerability and surrender into the recognition that struggle is not failure but evidence of life in motion, and that guidance is relational, grounded, and humane. The closing line—"at least that's what they promised at the self-help convention"—then deliberately undercuts the sacred tone, introducing irony that exposes how even authentic insights are often commodified and sold as guarantees. This final turn prevents the work from becoming doctrine or self-help scripture, returns authority to lived experience, and leaves the listener suspended between sincerity and skepticism, truth and marketing—keeping the meaning embodied, unresolved, and human. Emotional arc: vulnerability → surrender → emergence → ironic undercutting → suspended meaning.