The truth will set you free,
can I get in touch with the truth about me?
Will I get in touch with my heart?
Dig deep through the layers to the true part?
Fears keep me from going there,
guilt and reality I would have to bare.
All along aiming to cover and hide,
the truth about me is inside I have died.
How do I wake up and come back to life?
Not knowing how can cause much strife.
Say I get the gut's to give it a try,
my life I see has been a big lie.
I fall even more into a deeper hole,
and loosing a little bit more of my soul.
Do I really want the truth about me?
Maybe I'll chose not to be free.
One day these things I know I will face,
and will pray that day for Gods mercy and grace.
Until then I'll do the best I can do,
lonely, but hoping God knows the real you,
searching, looking, waiting to find,
a way to unlock this brokenheart of mine.