Knees
Knees haven’t rubbed enough dirt Still walk around eat up with the hurts Feebly stand When I really should just fall Back to the dust When I realize just how small I am Hope of heaven Might seem so far away Amidst the running around The frantic day to day 10,000 miles my body never seems still Maybe it’s in those moments I need to stop, chill Realize we’re never really alone Take a moment put down the phone Wear out a few more pair of jeans Say a few more shotgun prayers Cause no matter how bad it seems In the bigger picture, every time I fall Before my creator It doesn’t matter how small I am I know my voice Carries Straight to him. 10/15/26 clc