Stumbling through the wilderness
I've reached a wall so high
Preventing me from going on
I can no longer lie
About the way that I have changed
I thought my past was dead
But still I am my selfish self
I am myself instead.
True, some parts have been refined
Strongholds have been broke
My head is full of victory
My heart is still a joke
Calcified by years of me
Unable to be soft
Lord I cry out in my pain
I hold it all aloft.
