I dont know what direction were pointed
Your another saint who’s yet to be annointed
I’ve done my time been through hell
Throw me a rope crawlin out of this well
And breathe just breathe
Take in the sun and feel the wind
Kiss my ass with that fire and brim
I just need to breathe
Breathin ain’t easy when caught inside a vice
Like being under water looking up at ice
We are created with intuition which is a spot on guidance system or gps that through wellmeaning parents teachers and others from a very young age we are taught to mistrust.
Life appears to deal us blows that cause us to be guarded against trusting others. The paradox is we have lost faith in our own intuitive spirit. If I truly believe in my gut instincts I have little to no fear of others.
In the year when I was turnin 12
I decided my whole life Id shelve
Forgetting everything I knew
Blotting out the things that I was going through
Restlessness lifelong companion an itch inside to wanna roam
All the places that Ive ever lived cant say Id call one place home
Far too young for making choices that would map
Feel like Ive hit another deadend
Sittin havin coffee with my best friend
I feel that you dont understand
Oh dear God please take my hand
The walls Ive built I cannot breach
The hand of Gods beyond my reach
He says his love I neednt earn
But in this moment
WHERE DO I TURN
Tell me youll pick up the pieces as Im fallin apart
Im told I can find you in the depths of my heart
Im wavin the white flag but dont know how to surrender
I say I dont know you You say to remember
WHERE DO I TURN IF YOUR LOVE I CANT EARN
WHERE DO I TURN GOD WILL I EVER LEARN
The mind is not my friend
It would take me to the bitter end
My Heart knows only truth
I believe I knew this in my youth
Can’t listen to the voices
Who try to make my choices
My Heart it knows it’s way
The mind always leads me astray
Loves
You are the sea Im a drop of water
Mother nature Im but your daughter
She is the wind Im but a leaf
And carries me if Id believe
The plans been laid the dyes been cast
and this bad taste is called the past
In times like these I feel so old
Time has won the tales been told
Sick and tired what can I do
Fall to my knees and cry Im through
Im through with tryin
Im tired of dyin
The wells run dry Im done with cryin
Its time for me to face
That life is not about the race
Damn its such a waste
Decisions that Ive made in haste
Its said the journey is the reason
Recognize the change of season
Worrying about tomorrow
Times not something you can borrow
