Blind

Crawling and falling writhing in deceit
Fighting and crying remaining poor and weak
I can’t get myself to pray, too afraid of what He might say
I’d rather kill myself in pain than face the truth today
Personal retreat, keep the truth away from me
Sight beyond myself is far beyond my reach
        I cannot see what I need to find ‘cause I’m . . .

    Blinded, blinded, blinded, blinded

I sit here beside myself I wonder who I am.
Silently observing what I say and do.
So what can I do? Can I take advice from you?
Please advise me on the most efficient route.
Partly cloudy skies. Maybe I could open up my eyes.
Tomorrow will be alright? Maybe . . . Maybe?
    But I still can’t find what I’m looking for cause I’m . . .

    When God designed us,
    He wanted us to return to Him but we got lost on the way.
    It’s not too late; step on the narrow way.

Pretendin’ to be in love with God
Rejectin’ everythin’ he’s done so far
Defendin’ the sinful life you live
Believe it because the lies still think I can