Walking

I'm walking in your shoes, for just a mile or two

My heels are raw and 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 ground, and I can barely step

around

Insanity and pain, the things you will not name

Growing in the fields, 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

In this forsaken place

I'm picking through the weeds, and I'm falling to my

knees

And this is where I 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

In this forsaken place