A New Direction for the Runaway

I’m trying to move on again
Through the hard times find that opening
Chart a new path that’s free of my own wrath
And find the way to hope again
‘Cause the way that I treat myself does not coincide with who I know me to be
And this ain’t unique to me; I know people that stumble frequently
Treat myself like the least of these
I’ve got strength but I live like I’m weak in the knees
Can’t live in this feast of thieves
But the prospect of change is bleak, you see
And there’s people that are worse than me
I refuse a mere glance that’s cursory
I wanna expand ‘til I burst the beat and
Take the grown path out of this nursery