Bones

Man you gotta recall, you've got a cornucopia of grace Abounding in compassion and copious with embracing Every part of you, whether prodigal, wearing Prada articles A heart of coal, the private or the audible This ain't just for the privileged Invitation for the broken and limited Brothers who are struggling, feel like giving in With the spirit of a swine eating in the mud again I know what's it's like to be not good enough Falling short of high hopes Adam Morrison Down for the count harboring doubt Parents try not to frown when you tell 'em no Harvard or Brown Ow really hurts your pride, doesn't it Like Tyson lit your stomach up with a dozen licks My soul's nose diving, yea straight to the dirt Broken propellers of worth guiding these wings of my hurt For my bones, they are troubled Powerless and weak Feeling weary, do you hear me Can you save me from this shame And I'm trapped, in this rubble I just wanna leave Feeling weary, do you hear me Can you save me from this shame Take it all away I wanna find a relief For all the pressure that I'm feeling, and I gotta believe I got a fountain by the vine I could sit and I sip Taking a dip in living water, should I resist When this achy breaky soul keeps yearning for it Got a jarful of shame and I keep it pouring out Top it off with a bit of guilt In a chilled glass brim overfilled So pardon me, so pardon me It's seeping into every single part of me The fallen me, the fallen me I hate it and I'm tryna get it out of me I hear the crowing every morning, it reminds me I'm a failure, this shiny piece of agony Can rub in my face so politely Feeling like a dog on a tight leash I wanna be free