The scripture said I had to change.
I promised them that I would stay the same,
I didn't.
A sherif on my own life's road.
Trying to keep myself from routes I've already drove.
Sometimes finding a hand to hold opposite the steering wheel seems like my only hope.
Just trying to find a way to show all the things that I know.
I've been trying to lighten up the load, tighten up control.
These missing things I'm asking for, prayer is like ointment to the sores, I just need to know you.
The Devil uses my success to open doors that I shouldn't go through.
You were the air I breathe you walked away & forced me to choke.
If I set fire to my soul, will you even see the smoke?