run.

the same old temptations, the same old games-
i looked for direction, but found just the same,
i’m lost… and too tired to find my way back home.

and i spoke out Your name as i hit curbs and scraped streets,
clutched to the loving arms that once held me
but i’m lost, and i’m dying to be home…

what’s it going to take to finally be?
the one person I thought You wanted me to be…
have i not sacrificed my peace?

i can’t always be playing this endless routine,
a vicious cycle that leaves me in guilt and debris,
something in me, it wants to run,
from all the things that hold me down and i feel,
the only direction, is away.

because i’ve been in this place, and i’m tired of it,
threw my hands up and now I forfeit
i’m weary, of being shackled in chains.

i’m no good with my promises, and i lie about my oaths,
to sin and my flesh i guess i betrothed
and i’m weary, of being held captive by its chains.

what’s it going to take for it to be rid of me…?
i know it’s what You want that I want to be…
do i still need to sacrifice my peace?

i can’t always be playing this endless routine,
a vicious cycle that leaves me in guilt and debris,
something in me, it wants to run,
from all the things that hold me down and i feel,
the only direction, is away.

away….
away from me.