the beauty of a human can't be bound by anything
and when we move together there is life beneath our skin
be not afraid to make yourself a canvas for The Truth
the color palette being what for others you can do
it's not about appeasing every person you will meet
for there is so much treason in desires many seek
the heart was not created to be treated like a stone
and every time it beats it doesn't beat for you alone
to find the pulse of promise you must daily lend your hands
by way of giving wholly may the others understand

we're standing on the pavements taking pictures of our lives
pretending we are frozen every second passed in time
but what if we instead project the daily as it is
the broken up confusion and the sense we make of it
put everything in places they were always meant to be
and justify the cause for such decisions made by thee
let not the fear consuming all make way inside of you
rebuke it in the name of faith you carry tried and true
don't let the voice of others tell you what is right and wrong
you have a mind unshakable when rooted deep and strong

I finally got it right you see, he uttered with a smile
I'm finally back to where I was when I just a child
I spent my years pretending every move I made was right
until I faced reality without a place to hide
in baring what I'd covered up I breathed my very first
and realized I never lost my precious little girls
they walked with me through darkness, stayed together when I broke
reminded me the light was on whenever I went home
my hands were always counting down my fingers to a fist
and I would let the anger have its way because of this
but countless be my sorries as my character's remade
a father to his children says, I need you every day

if you have ever floated then you know what it is like
to be detached from everything that comes into your sight
and maybe others point it out with fingers taint the same
to fuse the con you're endlessly rejecting in your brain
for lesser is the cost of doubt than faith gone fully blind
and challenged be the character of those we leave behind
my only hope is tangled up but still alive and well
I can't imagine giving up is something left to sell
a monetary gain is but a temporal reprieve
from all the things we want to claim as normalcy believed
considering perimeters are widely broken down
when other peoples' circumstance is all the more profound
so may we beg the question, will we fall asleep and die
or wake up with the sun as though we never closed our eyes