faith

Sunrise creepin' through the stained glass pane Another Sunday, feels the same old strain Got my boots shined up, my Bible in my hand Sittin' in this pew, in this promised land But the fields inside me ain't seen no good rain Just cracked dry earth and a whisper of pain They sing about salvation, a peaceful, easy road But the map in my heart, it's a different code. music's hummin' low inside my head Different stories, different truths I've been fed Sunday morning silence, but the noise won't cease Fake hope on my lips, ain't found no inner peace Fake faith in my heart, just goin' through the lines This holy water washes, but the struggle still shines. preacher preachin' 'bout a kingdom up above is this the love they show for you? Got the rhythm in my soul, a different kind of prayer Spitfire verses holdin' all the weight I bear They talk about forgiveness, washin' sins away But the echoes of my past still haunt me every day This ain't no sermon on the mount, it's a battle in my chest Tryna find some real belief, put my weary soul to rest. Different stories, different truths I've been fed Sunday morning silence, but the noise won't cease Fake hope on my lips, ain't found no inner peace Fake faith in my heart, just goin' through the lines This holy water washes, but the struggle still shines. The organ swells, the choir sings so sweet But the melody inside me feels incomplete Two worlds colliding, a war without a sound One rooted in the soil, one poundin' on the ground Is there a common ground where these two can reside? Or am I just a fractured soul, nowhere left to hide? Different stories, different truths I've been fed Sunday morning silence, but the noise won't cease Fake hope on my lips, ain't found no inner peace Fake faith in my heart, just goin' through the lines This holy water washes, but the struggle still shines. Fake hope... fake faith... just sittin' here... The struggle... yeah... still clear...