(no subject)
(but I will stand...)
hard to look back
back to all i was
all the way
my origins
all the bridges i chose to cross
and the ones forced upon
falling apart as they crumbled
so hard ive fallen so many times
many times on bridges burnt
burnt by friends and burnt by loves
scarred and weary here i am
here i stand
once i knew to be free
free to be
free indeed
never satisfied with a thousand blessings
everyday anothers dream
nothing to complain but yet my mouth opens
and i speak
of that which i know
not a thing
wrestling with God over what He gives
and takes away
who am I?
what have I become?
seeing through the stormy seas of my heart
and all the words of hate
(of frustration, of anger, of death)
arrows aimed staright to Your chest
-presuce hands they pick me up
hold me close again
(but i cant stand in one place for too long
so i run away
again
again to my more comfortable gods...)
hard to look back
back to all i was
all the way
my origins
all the bridges i chose to cross
and the ones forced upon
falling apart as they crumbled
so hard ive fallen so many times
many times on bridges burnt
burnt by friends and burnt by loves
scarred and weary here i am
here i stand
once i knew to be free
free to be
free indeed
never satisfied with a thousand blessings
everyday anothers dream
nothing to complain but yet my mouth opens
and i speak
of that which i know
not a thing
wrestling with God over what He gives
and takes away
who am I?
what have I become?
seeing through the stormy seas of my heart
and all the words of hate
(of frustration, of anger, of death)
arrows aimed staright to Your chest
-presuce hands they pick me up
hold me close again
(but i cant stand in one place for too long
so i run away
again
again to my more comfortable gods...)