Butterfly Stance

War torn forlorn mental capacity
Gal got the place of the skull it's tryin' kill me
Man's mind's full of landmines
Trying to ride through thought pattern: lust, drugs, green
And some lies too
It's a way to get all these things behind you
Never tiptoe around the minefield
Try to dwell in the place where the Holy Ghost hides you
Psalms 91 repeating back like a drive through

Hopeless - I wish I'd come home you, with you, so high
So this - blue sky I run to, run to, so high
Hopeless - I wish I'd come home you, come home to you, so high
So this - blue sky I run to, run to, sometimes
Focus - too much sunshine sunburn you and me

You ain't gotta fly so high (fly so, fly so)
You ain't gotta drive so high (fly so, fly so, fly so high)



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Joseph Terry
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