Paroles: Subseven. Subseven: The EP. Faded Letters.

I look through photographs and faded letter from you
An empty shoebox on my bed
Lingering thoughts of what you said
Falling away from me
They say that where I?ve been is not who I am
And where I am does not define where I?m going
Someday I?ll find this place
I?ve dreamed up things that I just can?t let go
(dreamed up things I can?t let go)
(Conform in me your perfect will)
and sometimes I hide, but you always find me
and sometimes I run, but you?re always beside me
I feel you beside me, never behind me
I feel you beside my today
This is my prayer, Lord that I?ll find your will my life is in your hands draw your plans, use my hands, I?ve dreamed up things that I just can?t let go, don?t let me be this way, no, I don?t want things my way, my delight is in you, my Holy Lord, conform me to your will
Lord, do with me what you will, all these photographs and faded letters from you
And empty shoebox on my bed lingering thoughts of what you said
Show me a better me