Broken Tether

All of my days, they are coming to an end
I am counting down the seconds
And I can no longer pretend
That I am completely content with where I’m at
If I met You, I would burn my magazines
Erase all my history, and say I’m sorry
And like a tree, I’d burn my leaves
And bare myself for all to see, and You’d call it beauty
I am hoping that You’re running down the road to me
Without Your shoes on
I am binding every part that’s left of me
To a tiny mustard seed, and it is growing
So if my hands should start to bleed
It means loves flowing out of me, let’s start rejoicing!
I am roaming, and You are calling me back home
I have never heard that call so strong before
And though my feet walk very slow
And there is death between my bones, I’ll make it home!
‘Cause there are days, sometimes even weeks
When I can say for sure I don’t believe
But the days are getting longer in between
Maybe it would help me if we’d meet