Sunday, April 22, 2018

Slept in Many Houses But Never Found a Home

Never Home

Selling out one Sunday Afternoon
Telling everything
She was just another friend to never see again

(All I needed was everything again)
Who became a this week’s shining queen

-I would not be lonesome again because my hope is wearing thin
Of course I could not be her king
So I became the stumbling hero here
Oh the memory stings

Remember her and all like her lying wake most nights
Lying to myself so I can sleep
After I sing about her and her and her 
And this broken romantic record on repeat for the crowd again
I'll drown out the memory with six strings

CHORUS:
Running through my mind,
Gotta get them outta here
Running from this lonesome place
Pulling Grace from my mistakes
Talking with a picture frame
Running outta here
Faces and Names may Change
But the Lonely is going, going never gone
I have slept in many houses, but never found a home
Never found a home

Seemed like the perfect escape
Just another magazine face
We were all artists and forgot it
Singing someone else's song

-Left my mind in Memory Land
-Left my faith in France
-Left her mark upon my heart
-Left my devotion with the scars
I should have left these hopeless romantic notions years ago
But these Dreams stopped back there somewhere 
While the years they just rolled on

CHORUS:
Running through my mind,
Gotta get them outta here
Running from this lonesome place
Pulling grace from my mistakes
Talking with a picture frame
Running outta here
Faces and Names may Change
But the Lonely is going, going never gone
I have slept in many houses, but never found a home
Never found a home

Out without my gravity
Latch onto stars I find
Sooner than I'd like they fade away
This astronaut moves on

Prayer for Those Never Home

Creator of Hearts

We are here for Salvation
Salvation for our Spirits yes, but also for our Souls
Recue for our Mind, our Will, our Hearts
Our Hearts most of All
Cause we leave them in rocky hands and they come back Bruised
Cause we send them to wolves and they come back Torn
Cause we send them to find the Light and they get lost in the Dark
Our Hearts most of All
Cause we only ask for Love from those who know what they Want
When they want more than We’ve Got and less than We Are
Cause they never stopped to ask you what we are Worth
But we can’t really blame them Alone
Cause we are the ones who forgot it First

“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them shall fall to the ground apart from your Father’s consent. But even the hairs of your head are all numbered. So do not fear; you are worth more than many sparrows.” Matthew 10:29 

Resource: “I Kissed Dating Goodbye” by Joshua Harris



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