Stomped feet, I think I skipped my street
Wrong way, out of range, feeling lost feels strange
Hooked in feelings will I turn around
Headed to the sea expecting ground.
Letting go and choosing, empty avoidance exposed decisions a healthy train moving
Scratching out me, asking to see, any selfishness to repent and be free, cleaning days counted
Still working to understand the LORD is my shepherd and I will not want.