For Sunday
For 17 years I`ve let this go, I`ve let this go
No one cares now, not even I now,
that this familiar place has never once felt like home
So when you think that you have the right to say,
why doesn`t your heart burn like ours?
I`ll let the ashes go, this wound you can`t replace
No one including you cared to comfort the flame
Because you can`t see me,
so don`t pretend like I owe it to you, like you saved me
It`s not of your hands
I owe nothing to you
You never reached out when I needed anyone
But when voices sing and lift to promises that I`ve never seen,
then and only then do I truly feel home in this hope
So befriend me and smile to my face, I swear I`m lying this time
I`ve never been so far away when these regrets are worthless to me
And God why do I blame them?
I`m begging you to forgive me
But when voices sing and lift to promises that I`ve never seen,
then and only then do I feel home in a hope that will embrace the sky Send " For Sunday" Ringtone to your Cell