Jetty Rae - Frayed Ends

We all hitchhike on this road
A traveler's soul wanting to come in from the cold
It's so cold

We run this map like a band of thieves
We take all we want, never what we need
What do we need?

Ashes ashes we all fall down
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
Dust to dust, blow on these dry bones
Pick me up, carry me home

You have searched every broken road
Longing to restore the travelers soul to your
Make me whole

'Cause I've about slipped to the end of this rope
Feeling insecure, feeling like a joke
Like a joke, that's not funny

Written by:
BRITTNI STEWART

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