Thank you God for the path that I am walking.
Although my blistered feet have grown sore.
Piece of mind isn't on the plan anymore.
Talking to the lord hoping to keep my spirit pure.
Caught up in the lore of winning small battles while also hoping to win the war.

Hang drying my compressed emotions but then the rain pours
It's like God decided to trouble the waters on my tear stained shores. 
Then washed up a message in a bottle saying I should my share pain more.

More often than not I keep it all locked behind a one way door. 
Til thoughtless pops made me wish I had healed my strained sores.

These days I tend to see sunlight before I lay my head down.
My mental state's astray.
Better to ask forgiveness than permission but all my favour has run out. 
So I bleed the ink into the page,
Use up that good karma I had saved for a day like today and pray.