My mind's wondering
People screaming and hollering
I gotta get
out of this place
I'm bout to call it quits
Technically I'm out of my place
Somewhere in outer space
I gotta chase these demons away
before I fall from grace
Part of the human race's flaws I suppose
We can't all be God I suppose
But I still attempt to walk
in the path that He chose
Although I fall through these holes
and stumble over these serpents
I know every fumble has its purpose
And in the end it'll all be worth it
When I see Him in the Light so perfect
My eyes glisten
I finally found what I'd been missing
My Caretaker
Hear every prayer
My Maker
Creator of all things
Dictator of all beings on this earth
Please take these idle hands and make them work.....
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