Walking

I am walking in your shoes For just a mile or two My heals are all torn But I will dig them in for you I feel the pain you've known And the seeds of hate you've sown They're scattered on the ground and I can barely step around Insanity and pain The things you will not name Growing in the feilds Spinning with the wheels And wind of time and whimsy Your excuses and your flimsy lies I'm running out of faith I'm tired of saving face And where the hell is grace I didn't ask for second place I am picking through the weeds And I'm falling to my knees And this is where I'll leave your shoes And step away from these Insanity and pain Who will take the blame Beyond your will and whimsy No excuses no more flimsy lies I'm running out of faith I'm tired of saving face And where the hell is grace I didn't ask for second place I'm running out of faith I'm tired of saving face And where the hell is grace I didn't ask for second place