I keep telling myself it’s going to be okay.
I keep telling myself I’m going to find a way.
I just wish that I could believe it, wish I could go back in time.
I just wish for some kind of solid ground and to give me back what’s mine.
I’ve been down so many hard roads, I have fallen down before.
I have known my share of torment and I don’t want it anymore.
I don’t have another cheek to turn, just this boot print on my back.
I just want this to be over and to stand back up again.
But the wind stills blows, the world still turns, I can still walk in the rain.
It will wash away my emptiness, it can kiss away that day.
I’m not looking for some sympathy or feeling sorry for myself.
Cause it’s the wind, the rain, the fire and the stone that will pick me up again.
Said it’s the wind, the rain, the fire and the stone that will heal my shredded sin.
Heal my shredded sin.
I keep telling myself pick up this broken dream.
I keep telling myself pick up this broken piece.
I just wish that I knew how too, wish I could go back in time.
I just wish to wake up one morning and to have me back what’s mine.
This had to have some kind of meaning, like a message from the other side.
But anymore I can’t help but thinking I’m out of luck and I’m out of time.
I always thought that I could rebuild, always thought I could make it new.
But anymore I can’t help but thinking, ‘Oh God what am I gonna do?’