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.

I once stood tall with fire in hand,

Sure that the world would bend to me.

I scoffed at wisdom, mocked the signs—

Now I see what I couldn’t see.

It’s not much, but it’s all I’ve had—

Dusty roads been my only friend.

I know roads don’t last forever.

Every path runs out in the end.

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.

I heard a whisper in the wind—

A name I hadn’t said in years.

It cracked the night like breaking ice,

And stung my eyes with sudden tears.

Still, I believe someone waits for me

Beyond the horizon of faults.

I cannot carry myself home…

But I hope that He carries me.

O Lord, if You still hear my voice,

Don’t let my silence be my grave.

I cannot climb, I cannot cross—

But I believe that You still save.