Carried Home

I could not change, but wanted to—

I wish I was a better man.

I fought the fight against myself,

But never once could win the span.

Not as strong as I thought I'd be,

I dreamed myself a stronger man.

Fell again as despair crept in—

Still hoping somehow I might stand.

My only prayer: to run the race,

But even there, I lost my way.

Yet still I know I needed grace—

I fear that ship has sailed away.

My song-time friends have long since gone,

And now I cry and weep alone.

I searched the skies for a new dawn,

But hope, it seems, has never shone.

If I return, will I find love?

Or will He turn His face away?

I’ve earned no solace from above—

And I can’t find my way today.

Can you bring me back to my home?

I left it all so long ago.

I thought I’d never dare return—

That shows how little I can know.

Still, I believe someone waits for me

Beyond the horizon of faults.

I cannot carry myself home…

But I hope that He carries me.