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The day I left you was the worst mistake I ever made. |
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Was ready to become something; |
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I didn't need you dragging me down! |
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Thought your love just wasn't enough... |
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My hair combed nice, shoes tied tight; |
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Was ready to conquer life |
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Help unwanted; "I can do this on my own!" |
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And then I found myself wounded... |
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Tripping over myself, |
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Falling, scraping my knee. |
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Sadness fills, |
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for I know I've failed. |
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Why did I leave scared to go back? |
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Hoping you'll take me in with open arms, |
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but also knowing the hurt I've caused... |
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The breeze of angels' wings; |
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Standing there amidst flowers of every being... |
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Tears grow; an orchestra begins to play. |
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"What a beautiful day; why are you alone? |
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Run, child, it's time you come home..." |
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Wounded spirit, face in the dirt; |
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I cried out for you to take me in. |
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Your heart holds me close as I look up to face this world which so scares me... |
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Faith in you; loneliness seems to fade. |
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The man once inside, now a child walking in your footsteps; |
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Hoping to grow up and be just like you, Jesus. |
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Hope held leaves under feet from the trees of fall |
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While listening to autumn's call; |
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A deep breath to continue on, |
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Fragile... |
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Depending on You; Christ carries me the rest of the walk. |
