Almost free...almost me...

I've seen a single teardrop turn to rain

I've watched a single raindrop writhe in pain

I battle the storms that sometimes drive me insane

Link by link, the Lord's breaking my chain...



A little bit smarter, a little bit stronger

Hold me, Lord, just a little bit longer

Help me up, for I will fall down

Release the evil spirits within this old ghost town

Clear the cobwebs that fog my mind

Show me the me that I'm trying to find

The me I used to be before the demon came calling

The me I'm meant to be after the rise of the falling

Am I a fallen angel who has lost his wings

A puppet of the world dancing by its lonely strings

I long to belong in an ethereal place

Grant me mental, spiritual, emotional Grace

I empty myself of this world to you

Hated, deflated...Father make me new

Won't you fix the things that are broken in me

I feel I'm getting close, but I'm not quite free

Your love is the shore when my days turn black

The tide is the world that keeps pulling me back

I'm drowning, dear Father, please throw me a rope

Offer me compassion...offer me hope...

The hope of a child, scared and lost

whose Father searches frantically at any cost

You've found me before, Lord, so many times

and I've testified your love in so many rhymes

and each time you've held me I've wiped my tears and I smiled

I might be a man, but I'm forever your child

I've been your child since the first time I cried out your name

when I was running through the tip of the demon's flame

When I was losing to the world at its suicidal game

you brought me back to life and I'll never be the same

Almost free...almost me...

almost the person God's helping me to be