Ive got to climb to the top Never stop til I reach it Til I feel that Im good and that Im in control Of life and my thought When Im not I still preach it Cause theyre all gonna see if I start to fall or lose control Im losing control of this Ive been balancing on suspended pianos And trying to appear composed It makes the loudest noise when they begin to crash With eyes on me I force a laugh You come to me and set me free Cross my arms across my chest This is not a gift I can accept But I appreciate the sentiment I worked too hard for righteousness To just lay down while You hand me this And put my faith in something You call grace From You Ive been lost inside a cave without a lantern At every sound I start to run Feel my way around the dark without a pattern If I would wait Youd come To rescue me and show the way Cross my arms across my chest This is not a gift I can accept But I appreciate the sentiment I worked too hard for righteousness To just lay down while You hand me this And put my faith in something You call grace From You Son, youre trying to earn What is far beyond you Son, youre trying to earn What is freely given Every time that you try to just reduce This to a give and take You spit in my face And tell Me that this blood was shed in vain
Posted on: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 16:01:36 +0000
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