Defensive:

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I get
defensive really easy
But ma-ybe
that's the fear that's in me
Ma-ybe
I can't see so clearly
Wish my soul and hands could get clean
Wish that you could really get me
But you don't take part in this fear filled frenzy
You stray so far and it freaks me
How infrequently that we meet
Jump into my feelings
Start to drown I'm sinking
Melt in my dope and my feelings that choke and my heart cannot cope with feeling alone
I cannot condone that feeling for home makes me feel far from grown
And I know I'm not known but can you hear it in my tone
I'm so soft spoken
So soft spoken
Mind is open
Hands are broken
Can you hear or heed this voice inside my poems
Arms wide open
Welcome precious moments
Welcome my atonement
Why won't He take notice
Heavens shut up in this moment
Hold it
Speak my words of worship
Silence greets my effort
Think that kinda hurt it
Blink back tears that burn and
I can't see past my hurt and
God perform some surgery
Cut off what is hurting me
I'll take Your prescriptions
To fight off these addictions
I'll happily lay in Your gurney

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