I knew help was needed when I laid down my sword felt like I was dying inside enslaved by insecurities abused with lies I pushed myself to the side to ride for the wrong one thought I was meeting HER, then I ran into you my hairs gray but you’ve dyed my soul blue the mad man blows me east to west The great spirit, My abba, in my soul, He invests I’m ending my complaints learning to play the hand keeping my eyes upon the sand