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I know the path
But I’m in chains
I’m restrained
My soul is in captivity
My days consist of drug-induced activity
To know and not do is insanity
I watch my life pass before me
It's vanity.

I know the Truth
It’s right in front of me
But to grasp Its’ power
I find none of my own

I am not proud that I blow clouds
And I’m in a daze
I sit in smoke filled rooms
It’s like being lost in a maze

Like coins in my pocket
I spend my life on menial things
I live like loose change
Sadness is what it brings
What will I have to show for the life I’ve spent
My time is lent
I do not own it

My world is small
Each day is predictable
My addictions runs deep
I think it’s despicable
I stopped resisting
Now I’m merely existing
And I watch my life fade away

I want to be free
I want to spread my wings
Fly like an eagle
So strong and so regal
I want to reach heights beyond my limits
I want to soar on the wings of His power
Hour by hour
Ascending higher
Becoming stronger
Redeeming the time
Live a little longer
And trust in the One who knows me

I want to make wise choices
And drown out those voices
That has controlled my thinking for so long
I want to belong
Sing a new song
Right all my wrongs
While I yet have my breath

I want to go the distance
Finish the race set before me
Overcome the odds that are clearly against me
And reach my destiny
Until Heaven becomes my home

I want these chains broken
And my enemies choking
From words of Truth I proclaim
I want to achieve victory in His name
I want to live for His glory
Be powerful proclaiming His story
I want to witness prisoners set free
That they too may spend the remainder of their change
Living for another
Helping each other
Until the sand in the hourglass runs dry
And true life begins

I want out of this pit
I want to stretch my arms
I want to reach for the sun
With children beside me
All the ones born from my obedience
Its expedient

But as of now there’s a Voice
That speaks ever so softly
Is that You that called me?
I can't imagine why
My life can testify to the fear of You not speaking
And like a dripping faucet
I’m leaking
One drop at a time
Spending nickels
Spending dimes
How much change do I have left?
Only God knows
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