Waking up I dry my eyes from all the things I’d rather be. I wonder why I have no words. All this time Ive been blind scrounging up the dirt from the inside and taking what I find.
You’re the race, for one more taste.
When will we climb? Searching for all you are, I’ll be waiting in the dark. When will we find? The broken pieces all around, tears and ashes hit the ground. The end of this life.
Waking up, and loosing time to make this right again. I’m trapped inside, I’ve gotta get out. And all this time your presence shines down this hollow road and into another life, that’s running right beside.
To hold and to embrace, the story of your faith.
You’ve made me who I am, to be a better man.
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