Growing Pains
Perfect, I’m not, take the will from me Lord to cast a single stone If it never hurts then how can I profess to have grown
Perfect, I’m not, take the will from me Lord to cast a single stone If it never hurts then how can I profess to have grown
Lord take the memory from my minds eye lest it should be Because I’ve told myself what I saw I can’t unsee
Sometimes I wonder what it is you see Because you’re not all that different from me My eyes open too, I look upon this world But I cannot say I know this direction hurled…