We run, , we run...

We run, we run, we run..
Away from who we thought we were
We have to draw the line
We run,
We have to draw the line

Tripped up, lying in the dirt
We draw a line in the dirt
Between our feet
we draw the line
frantically, we cry for self preservation
But our selfs r on a path of devastation

we run, we run, we run
Away from who we thought we were
We have to draw the line
on our backs ,
We peddle in the air

Palsied knees , raised in the air
We draw the lines on ourselves
WE Run ,
from who we thought we were
But we wont kick the lines in the dirt
WE run, we cry, we lay in the dirt.

WE never even knew we stumbled
We cant run away
held back by our own hand
A friend erases the lines in the sand
We were never running
only cowering ,
we cried for self preservation
we will not accept indignation

no longer running, no longer running
we are weak,
But he is strong
so we are carried, carried, carried
carried away from devastation
saved from ourselves
My savior pours out his indignation
but for me there will be no devastation
Because I pleaded the fifth
selves aside, finally illumination

WE ran, We fell,
We ran, We fell,
Salvation saves us
from the man in the mirror
could it be any clearer
We are carried, carried
unpredictable, unmasked,
we are not anonymous
We are reborn,
SAVED
from
OURSELVES

-Dakota Workman