caught up in the strings
wound up tight
in the very lines of life
But still I try
Try to find my way
threw these deep seas
the the emptiness I sense in the breeze
and this filthy life that covers me.
Jesus
please guide me
When I look at the man who conceived me
only seeking the deceit and painful memories
Dear god hold me tight
please tell me the right way to live life
The right street to decide
when I'm caught between the cross hairs
please tell me where
where I should lurk when I'm empty
Who I should be when I haven't been able to find me
Where my childhood can me found
When I've had to be an adult since I could walk on ground
Tell me how to decide and know wrong from right
When I long for a father who could hold me tight
be supportive upon my actions
instead of just discipline and constant criticism
Dear Jesus maybe you could be the father
the leader to un-bury me threw these strings
when all that is in front of are alcohol and weed
maybe you could lead me to the path that I lurk too
as I pry my self through these veins tearing threw every leaf
ripping threw the mud that covers my feet
dear god, maybe you could be the one that could find me

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