Chosen

Take these arms, these legs
They are broken
This love is too much
I am frozen
And I don’t know if I have what it takes
To be chosen
I arose with wings, and I am flightless
Someone’s carving a statue in my likeness
And I will never live up to this portrait
I’m just posing
And I don’t know if I have what it takes
To be chosen
Give me a sign, a photo, a map
Something to go by
How am I supposed to know
What I’m supposed to look like
I’m leaving dust
Running fast like I’ve always done
From everyone
Stepping up to know battles
No, I never win
Laces undone and I am always falling
Dodging my own heart like a bullet
Full of failure and sin
And I don’t know if I have what it takes
To be chosen
I am tired, worn thin from
Healing wounds inflicted by my own score
I am at war and I am alone
And I take off before the horn’s blown
And I hear all the doors on the hinges
And now for some reason
I’m scared of all of them closing
Still I don’t know if I have what it takes
To be chosen