Put the pieces back
Back to a life on track
I need stability
Sometimes it's outside my ability
A week of rest, so tired
Yeah, cause freedom gets me wired
I need consistency
To pursue it persistently
And who do I become
Always on the run, but still stuck in place
And who do I become
I'm not glad I'm here, but so glad for grace
And who do I become
When no one's watching me, is this liberty
Or a prison
I wash the dirt from me
What I collect and what I still don't see
But I can't get it all
Not what's invisible
Not so indivisible, I'm cut in two
The things I want are just what I never do
But in everything I know there is a choice
You give me a voice
And who do I become
Always on the run, but still stuck in place
And who do I become
I'm not glad I'm here, but so glad for grace
And who do I become
When no one's watching me, is this liberty
Or a prison
Cause it feels like division
And I can't run, and I can't hide
From the war in myself and the war outside
What am I doing as I'm using all this misplaced pride
On me, when I've been given something
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