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Sinner
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2015 No, it’s not
time yet
time yet
I’m standing
in the corner
of a cloud
Waiting in the shadows,
and I’m so tired
It’s time to raise my eyes
from the broken ground,
throw my voice
out to the valley
It’s time to be a sinner,
raise a storm,
fight the fire
that is me from the inside out
Pick up the pieces,
toss them to the side
just tiny reminders of the broken wings
that I spent countless hours repairing
and now I throw them to the wind,
give up my
control
It’s time to raise my eyes
from the broken ground,
throw my voice
out to the valley
It’s time to be a sinner,
raise a storm,
fight the fire
that is me from the inside out
And I do get noticed,
noticed as the wind through the trees,
noticed as the man behind the curtain
while eyes are pinned to the real show
Quiet?
You wish I was
quiet
as I leap off the cliff’s edge
The shadows are for you now
and my dust flies in your face
and I’m soaring toward a tomorrow
that I built
all
myself
It’s time to raise my eyes
from the broken ground,
throw my voice
out to the valley
It’s time to be a sinner,
raise a storm,
fight the fire
that is me from the inside out
