A Walk With God

Oh God, what have I done?
I'm afraid to grow up,
But I'm too old to be called young.
I'm impressionable, and depressed.
Tell me there's a better life than this.
I came out of a plastic mold.
And in this body I will become old.
But I hope I don't.

God, Take these hands and move them.
I can't feel them like they're my own.
My face is cold, I think I'm sick and alone.
In fact, I know.
I call to the clouds or whisper to my ceiling.
I need someone to tell me this is a momentary feeling.
I can't survive
But if You're here,
I can try.
Take my hand,
Say I'm fine.
Show me something better
On nights like tonight.
Don't show me the open sky.

Don't show me what I want to see
Show me the man you want me to be
Show me my chains so I can be free
I've grown roots in the ground,
And I'm afraid I've found
What no one wants to see.

I can't pretend to accept
This is the end I've met
But this is no beginning.
Take me to the ends of the Earth
Take me to what I've been missing
As it all comes down
The curtains close,
The actors bow
I remove my mask,
I turn and ask.

Why build a place so far away?
And build men with feet to stay.
Can we not grow wings and take to flight?
Towards anything, anything tonight.