There's a way I need to follow
That leads to perfection
But there's those things that make me stumble
And flashes of light that are a distraction
Messages come over through wire
Have anything your way
There's nothing wrong with a little fire
Unburned is how I want to stay
Leading
May lead to bleeding
But that's part of the cross to bare
With desire to give up
And believe in blind luck
There's bound to be wear and tear
Yet I hear the Word say,
"The Sons already been there."
Yeah my feet get really tired
My throat dry's out
Hope fades like a worn shirt
All signs point to doubt
If all I had was strength alone
And no need for a drink
To feel blessed assurance
Solidifies the need to think
Leading
May lead to bleeding
But that's part of the cross to bare
With desire to give up
And believe in blind luck
There's bound to be wear and tear
Yet I hear the Word say,
"The Sons already been there."
Whether into the wilderness
Or the dark valleys
There are solid small words
As sharp as a sword
Encasing my heart
Reassuring you will never depart
There's a way I need to follow
That's bound to give wear and tear
But I know I'm not alone
Cause there's nothing you haven't bared
Replacing God With Ghosts
10 years ago
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