Broken Tether - The Collection

All of my days, they are coming to an end

I am counting down the seconds

And I can no longer pretend

That I am completely content with where I’m at

If I met You, I would burn my magazines

Erase all my history, and say I’m sorry

And like a tree, I’d burn my leaves

And bare myself for all to see, and You’d call it beauty

I am hoping that You’re running down the road to me

Without Your shoes on

I am binding every part that’s left of me

To a tiny mustard seed, and it is growing

So if my hands should start to bleed

It means loves flowing out of me, let’s start rejoicing!

I am roaming, and You are calling me back home

I have never heard that call so strong before

And though my feet walk very slow

And there is death between my bones, I’ll make it home!

‘Cause there are days, sometimes even weeks

When I can say for sure I don’t believe

But the days are getting longer in between

Maybe it would help me if we’d meet