blood sucked souls with no eyes to see
a product of torment skate on thin ice willingly
degrees and angles not yet seen by this world
prophetic words from a once whore girl
accept but rejecting the feelings not felt
my glassy eyes from the feelings not dealt
the pain in my stomach the sickness that I feel
rejection acceptance the pain the cure must deal
by themselves no not alone
the words transformed into a precious stone
how many stones will we let go
before we tell the what we know
and the place where they're supposed to go
coming out of the darkness in a blaze of boldness
we're taking back what's yours for the cause

you may be able to run away from me
but you can't run away from God.
powered up for flight with no direction
the reconstruction of my daily thoughts
of things once mentioned
like a pen the pain spears through my heart
as demons as vultures ever present from the start
circling my mind trying to hide the things that God inspired
words cut deep from loved ones turned bad
visions, dreams and encouragement from a dad I never had
yo bring it back, Jesus is my dad

you may be able to run away from me
but you can't run away from God.

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