September Stories - XX

I’m sorry that I’ve never quite seen things the way that you have
And I’m sorry that I’ve searched for truth and demanded answers
Something that you can’t provide
But I’ve come to realize that what we have means more than what could be waiting
And all those God-forsaken days that I spent questioning my beliefs were just nights wasted
Am I so wrong to question what can’t be proved
To wonder what’s waiting for me when that day finally comes
When you’ve been told what to believe since birth
How can you create your own conclusions
You believe because it’s normal
Because it’s accepted
Because following the pursuit of acceptance
Is the norm that you’ve come to love
Questioning our minds isn’t a sin of the heart
But closing off the doors and vessels to expression and thought
Is where we lose ourselves
Trading one unanswered question for another
I know that I’ve grown cynical through the years
And that my elated thoughts have turned gray
And maybe someday I’ll regret every word in this phrase
And you’ve been thinking
This life you lead
Is all you have
This place isn’t what it used to be
I remember finding hope and love in these walls around me
But now it’s just littered with the remnants of those who believed
Those who put their life and trust into something they couldn’t even see
Instead, I choose to witness the beauty around me and all its glory
Rather than basing my life around a story alone
Yet what I hope for isn’t what I believe
I’d like to accept that a man in the sky could give me access to all of my hopes and desires
But this world and it’s inhabitants have cut off my hope and ability to seek higher

Written by:
Andrew Baughman

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