Thorns

The morning air feels cold upon my skin
The hell am I up for anyway?
No good can come about past 2 a.m.
I was doing well the other days

But now I, I've slipped away
From all the morals kept within me
And I've wandered like a sheep who's gone astray
But in this prison of my being can I escape?

Failure to forgive what's been forgotten
Is why I am out here all alone
And where grace should be enough to make me whole
I'm bound by chains that were broken long ago

And so I walk, no
I run away
I try to hide from all the shame and pride
That lay this troubled soul of mine to waste
Can this desire for fulfillment be replaced?



Credits
Writer(s): Kaleb Sizemore
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