Grace

There's different motives
When emotions at the drivers wheel
I throw my soul at every dream
Until it's finally real
And sure, there's moments where I'm fearful
I won't find the zeal
If I don't feel the fight
I'll fight to finally feel.

There's different motives
When emotions at the drivers wheel
I throw my soul at every dream
Until it's finally real
And sure, there's moments where I'm fearful
I won't find the zeal
If I don't feel the fight
I'll fight to finally feel.

I fight to finally feel something
When I told you it was nothing, I was bluffing
Simply lying bout the truly numb nature inside
We live in worlds that we make with our own minds
Instead of waking to reality
The truth is we need grace to survive
Been peeped the racism and politics
Demolishing connection to Vine
We take a man and make him savior
Yet can't fathom the idea
That our savior put aside the divine?
What a sigh
My mind is breaking as I see what's awry
I could cry
But hardly have tears left
Shifted gears, and my fear is
That's this hardened heart can only feel sipping beer or
Maybe whiskey, I should whisper
Could be risky for me to be honest bout the real ish
How appealing... a wishy-washy love
Bubblin' up within is a
Dying of my dreams
I used to care but chose to give it up
We loath the isolation and the stale pace
So busy hating, we don't notice grace is still grace

There's different motives
When emotions at the drivers wheel
I throw my soul at every dream
Until it's finally real
And sure, there's moments where I'm fearful
I won't find the zeal
If I don't feel the fight
I'll fight to finally feel