Grace

There's different motives When emotions at the drivers wheel I throw my soul at every dream Until it's finally real And sure, there's moments where I'm fearful I won't find the zeal If I don't feel the fight I'll fight to finally feel. There's different motives When emotions at the drivers wheel I throw my soul at every dream Until it's finally real And sure, there's moments where I'm fearful I won't find the zeal If I don't feel the fight I'll fight to finally feel. I fight to finally feel something When I told you it was nothing, I was bluffing Simply lying bout the truly numb nature inside We live in worlds that we make with our own minds Instead of waking to reality The truth is we need grace to survive Been peeped the racism and politics Demolishing connection to Vine We take a man and make him savior Yet can't fathom the idea That our savior put aside the divine? What a sigh My mind is breaking as I see what's awry I could cry But hardly have tears left Shifted gears, and my fear is That's this hardened heart can only feel sipping beer or Maybe whiskey, I should whisper Could be risky for me to be honest bout the real ish How appealing… a wishy-washy love Bubblin' up within is a Dying of my dreams I used to care but chose to give it up We loath the isolation and the stale pace So busy hating, we don't notice grace is still grace There's different motives When emotions at the drivers wheel I throw my soul at every dream Until it's finally real And sure, there's moments where I'm fearful I won't find the zeal If I don't feel the fight I'll fight to finally feel.