St. Anthony

Hear me Anthony I can't seem to find what I'm seeking Misplaced all my love and way of thinking Carried in the current of last year Help me Anthony My mistakes are finally catching up I ignored the simple acts of love Let them rust all bundled up with greed Oh oh oh I'm sick of seeing all the times I chose the lie And tired of being reminded of my measured time To make things right Holy Anthony Your passion is something that I'm seeking To emulate, although my actions flawed Lost and I don't know where I've been Hold me at the knees Hang me upside down so I can find A living world outside of black and white Color bursting full and out of seam Oh oh oh I'm sick of writing songs that make my father cry So why am I compelled to write with words of slight I need some help to find where grace and peace collide And give back to the world the words I know I have inside Help me fight To make things right Help me find My beautiful mind