All who know stand and agree
At best I am the worst of me
Come on home, brutal honesty
At best I am the worst of me
Move your feet you fearful heart
All you hold is breaking apart
The paintings that you proudly display
Are fading away into a soulless grey
The world will never cease to move
Someone will always have something to prove
Take a break, slow down and breathe
You will not be saved by the web you weave
Between holding and letting go
Of expectations and genuine hope
You learn to trust the true painters hands
Though your failures outnumber the sands
It's not up to you when it's far too late
It's not up to you to decide your fate
All who know stand and agree
His love alone can set us free
Come on home, sweet honesty
His love alone can set us free
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