Dreamers of the Day

"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible." -T.E. Lawrence, "The Seven Pillars of Wisdom"

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Be My Escape

I’ve given up on giving up slowly,
I’m blending in so You won’t even know me
apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one last bullet you mention
is my one last shot at redemption
because I know to live you must give your life away
And I’ve been housing all this doubt
and insecurity
and I’ve been locked inside that house
all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going
BecauseI gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.
I’m giving up on doing this alone now
Cause I’ve failed and I’m ready to be shown how
He’s told me the way and I’m trying to get there
And this life sentence that I’m serving
I admit that I’m every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity
and I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake
I gotta get outta here And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.
I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made
And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me
But I can’t ask You to give what You already gave
Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity
and I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I’ve gotta get outta here I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I’ve gotta get outta here And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.
I fought You for so longI should have let You in
Oh how we regret those things we do
And all I was trying to do was save my own skin
But so were You
So were You

4 Comments:

At 10:03 AM, Blogger Creth said...

who wrote this?

 
At 10:29 AM, Blogger amy said...

Relient K

 
At 10:32 AM, Blogger amy said...

Wow...this is so...true. I'm looking for escapes from this rut I fell into by mistake - I look to friends, career change, city change...'comforts'. The other day I had an exciting moment and was desperate to share it with someone, but no one was answering their phones. Then that still small voice said "Amy, tell Me."
How often I forget Who my escape should be...
Thanks Jason ~

 
At 2:05 PM, Blogger Emily said...

Did you know that they are playing this video on MTV?

 

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