I must gather what I need
To achieve the dreams I breath
So that I can get it together
To gather the missing pieces
In order to get my blessing releases
From heavenly window panes
May they shower down like rain
But first I must patch up
The potholes from mess-ups
That caused major trip ups
Many heart break attacks
That caused major set backs
Now to catch up by playing it straight
Through to the gate
for the way is narrow
I must only lend not borrow
It costs too much adding sorrow
Its turn around time
To reclaim what is rightfully mine
Its turn around time
To do it again,
without the foolish wandering
the self-inflicted pain.
Self-destructive game
know the rules get it right
So you can see the light
To that place called there
Its turn around time