There was a time when my mind could find some rest
Without a worried heart and nowhere I needed to be
With that six shooter gun running around that old back yard
I was blind to see that growing up could be so hard
It's easy to feel overwhelmed
It's easy to lose that common ground
I never knew that the sun would rise when the storm had passed
But moma said there would be some rainy days
My brother showed me how to be a better man and how to work real hard
But that working is slowly killing me
A creative mind is not easy to slow down
With the strength to lead theres still things that will knock you down
And I will fight for the things that i believe
With a sober mind I will watch what I perceive
The things that try to run my thoughts
The things that people say I'm not
The things I try to make priority
The cost of having freedom isn't free
Give me rest give me peace of mind while I work all day
Give me words when I don't know what to say
I'm working towards all the dreams you've made Lord have Your way
Cause all my hair is slowly turning grey