Singing that Song
Sometime it’s the silence That seems so fucking loud When everything is quiet Alone with thoughts, that’s where I’ve found My soul opens to the promise I’ve heard so many times But even in salvation, I still struggle deep inside Not with man, not with substance, Though I lived there far too long I struggle with this deity That I love, singing his song Cause even those of us who wander Are not always truly lost Some of us just meander through Exploring the world, and that can cost A price I know I don’t owe anymore Though the hurts may sting at times But they are not my burden If I will just stop and take the time To raise my hands to heaven, Or fall down in the mud Realizing I’m not enough That’s where I often get stuck Because I was taught I needed to do more, I needed to be pure I needed to sing But the words weren’t always present, or the music just too deafening To truly let him love me Yet recently I find more and more That’s the only solution Church Hurt sucks And I im...