With all this talk that’s considered wisdom
I’m drinking words as a spring rain
But, still, my life has no definition
It only rests in the hands of what men say
I’m desperately looking out for someone to grab my hand
I’m restlessly figuring out just who I am
I’m not who I could be
I see it every time I bite the lie
This life becomes my priority
As you cause me to see the wise man in me
You show me who I am
I hear the rain softly hitting my window
Like the gentle tapping on my heart
I mean to hear, but my ears won’t listen
My eyes just focus on my mistakes
I’m frantically searching for the right amidst the wrong
I’m calling out once more; I need to finish strong
I was running the good race
I got cut off and I lost pace
Who’s keeping me from obeying truth?
This kind of persuasion
Ignites some agitation
I’m crying out, “Just show me who I am!”
