"Here at the end of my walk, I’m looking back and seeing clearly that along the way my footsteps turned lighter, turn by turn, from walking every way but Yours...every way but Yours. I’ve ruined the choice, and lost the voice to speak for myself...to speak for myself. And even with these two hands raised I have no hope for better days. If truth is written in Your hands then it’s ever-passing from my reach...from my reach. I am all but the man You thought you knew from before. All my doubts and disbeliefs have brought me to this. I am all but the man You thought you knew from before. All my doubts and disbeliefs have brought me to this."
"Your footsteps grow lighter because I carry you. So turn around...turn around and run away. And I’ll run with you. I’ll run with you. I’ll run with you. Uncover your eyes. I’ll run with you. I’ll run with you. Uncover your eyes. You just have to find a way...a way to let go. A way to catch your breath. Uncover your eyes you blinded child. You’re no better or worse than the ones beside you. Uncover your eyes you blinded child. You’re no better or worse than the ones beside you."
"If truth is written in Your hands then it’s ever-passing from my reach...from my reach. I’ve ruined the choice, have lost the voice. Here I am faced with a choice. It’s just so hard to make myself believe. It’s still too hard to fully walk away. Standing on the fault line torn between two sides."
