So Much (2023 Re-Release)

I'm just wanting to tell a story

To write the words on my heart

Portray the whole not just the parts

I suppose that this is a start

I've become impatient with the virtue

And sometimes I want to vent

But by the time that it's released I fear it won't be relevant

There's so much

There's so much

Want to release a full list

But I don't have the time

What a brilliant lie applied to every situation under the sky

We obsess that we're too busy to read

So we put the book on the shelf and let the radio preach

There's so much

I want to make a difference

But I've been feeling distant

Though distance is the trend now

It still feels wrong

I may get too defensive

This life can be oppressive

Feels like it's never Christmas while the winter's long

I've got a studio now

And I'm working on my voice

But the will to sing out presents a difficult choice

It's not the fear of pompous critics or of being ignored

Or how this song's not really a bop it's just my thoughts that I've poured

Onto a page where what I've seen and my convictions have churned

The problem lying here is what has got me feeling concerned

It's an opinion like we see in every crevice of the system

What's the point of sharing proven hope if no one's gonna listen?

But I can't think that way

If you could save someone with words

Would you keep it contained?

I want to make a difference

But I've been feeling distant

Though distance is the trend now

It still feels wrong

I may get too defensive

This life can be oppressive

Feels like it's never Christmas while the winter's long

They try defiling the narrative

Filling the page with confusions

They think they know what's right for everyone and live with delusions

Which manifest themselves in everything we see on our screens

Targeting the "opposition" because we know what it means

They're pairing love with negligence

And claim to now know God

As if a perfect definition is implicitly more broad

We determine terminology to our own detriment

Our cognitive conclusions take on verbal excrement

Which we've compared to deity; proceed to call it excellent

'The fool rejects discernment'

You can ponder if that's sentiment

There are so many chapters

There's so much in my head

But I've learned to deal with the frustrations that kept me up in my bed

Figured out what the longing was you'll hear that soon, I think

If priorities and melodies would mutually link

There's too much I want to tell you

Like how the culture has lied

Of the time Josiah didn't come back one day and nobody cried

I want to scream against the slaughter of the helpless unborn

Or change your mind about the God that we've consistently scorned

There is more to this story

About the man Jesus Christ

The embodiment of God; the Way, the Truth, and the Life

I know the weight of that expression has been utterly lost

In Sunday school it wasn't clear and we have suffered the cost

As I empty the pen

There's still so much to tell

From that analogy of life that I pretend will excel

I'm no more than far from perfect

But I leave you with this:

Friend, the path gets ever thinner

Don't be caught in the mist