Uprooted

Are you building up your faith?
Just to burn down all your sins?
Are you treading someone elses path
Just to forget where you’ve been?
You can’t erase the past
Or cover up the tracks you’ve made in this endless maize
You can’t erase the past
But you still hold your breath
I am no hero, I am no god
I do not preach, I do not speak in tongues
I’m just as lost and weak as the next
But when it comes to giving up
I am relentless
And when I find my last shred of hope
I will not let it go
I’ll hold it to my chest
Until my heart stops beating
And my bones picked clean
Some need a lover
Some need a god
Some need a bottle
To find the strength it takes to carry on
When all you truly need is the air in your lungs
And eager blood coursing through your veins
I think I’ve found my own salvation
Where the river ends and the sunrise starts
I’ve found my own salvation
A place to soak my calloused feet
And hang my heavy head
A place to dress my wounds
And rest my broken back
A place in my heart in mind where i can live and die in peace
I am no hero, I am no god
I do not preach, I do not speak in tongues
I’m just a stubborn man that doesn’t know
How to give up