Walking - Jonatha Brooke



I am walking in your shoes

For just a mile or two

My heals are all torn

But I will dig them in for you



I feel the pain you've known

And the seeds of hate you've sown

They're scattered on the grownd and I can barely step around

Insanity and pain

The things you will not name

Growing in the feilds

Spinning with the wheels



And wind of time and whimsy

Your excuses and your flimsy lies

I'm running out of faith

I'm tired of saving face

And where the hell is grace

I didn't ask for second place



I am picking through the weeds

And I'm falling to my knees

And this is where I'll leave your shoes

And step away from these

Insanity and pain

Who will take the blame



Beyond your will and whimsy

No excuses no more flimsy lies

I'm running out of faith

I'm tired of saving face

And where the hell is grace

I didnt ask for second place

I'm running out of faith

I'm tired of saving face

And where the hell is grace

I didnt ask for second place



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