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What I see before my eyes is a man that'll never be

Wandering the freedom trail, don't let this man be me

Wipe the dust from bloodstained skin but failing to stand tall

Sit and watch the wise roll by, please save a wicked soul

Searching high and low 'cause my spirit is moaning

I'm on my way to higher ground

All I need to know is where the water is flowing

Before the well inside of me is running dry

There is so much left to say no time for dying down

I n this muddy waterhole one sip could make me drown

Gimme strenght to carry on to waters rushing free

Lay me out on fertile ground, somewhere I can be me

If there's water flowing

Fill me 'cause I'm running dry