Album: January Journal
Oh the pressure of this pressing in
If I could choke it out I would kill my sin
I can't believe I've come here again
I've sang that your grace is more than enough
I've shouted your name till my voice turned gruff
I've lost some fights on days when singing wasn't enough
I must admit that life is not a package to be wrapped and bowed up
I must admit that lines are not so clean to me the more I walk them
Oh the kids that are bound and held and pinned
Yeah the slavery that we can't begin
To scream enough about, to fight, to win
Would be enough to make me quit
Would darken my heart, would end my wit
I could see myself just giving up
I must admit that life is not a package to be wrapped and bowed up
I must admit that lines are not so clean to me the more I walk them
That I am not so strong I can't stand tall when I stand on my own
That days are lost but God will never stop He moves when I can not
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