Walked away for days and days and wound here.
All the way at the very end of a mighty long pier.
A little bit in the ocean and a little bit on land.
All I know’s and notion from where I stand…
I can’t go on. I can’t go back.
I don’t belong. Where I’m at.
Where I’m from when the evening comes, we chase the sun go West.
So, the day is never done. So, we never rest.
Would you believe one day the sun caught me and gave me all all its light?
Then all I could see, you were the million suns shining in the night.
Don’t wanna believe that destiny could be a fall from Grace.
That it might be someone’s fate to fall flat on their face.
But if that’s the case, then couldn’t we say it was with Grace? They fell.
My thoughts are free and meant to be as they lock me up in jail.