Downhere - Making Me Lyrics
Well the poet is stuck in the mudAnd the dreamer is finding his way home from the starsAnd the visionary's watching his feet'Cause the sentimental fool is numb againSimple hand, simple eye, nothing to write home aboutYet the artist chisels at the stoneCurious, the child tugs the fingers of the biggerHe wants to see the face that is his ownHe's not aloneLord Help me be the one You're making me, yeahLord help me see the one You're making meThe one You're making me, the one You're making meWell we push it off and pull Him inWe fist His lips and we kick His shinWe post a sign, turn and throttle awayAnd barely listen to a single word He has to say.By his eye a tendril fellHe cast a word, but not a spellIt's all tied up it's all doneI was a cancer, but you have made me a sonLord Help me be the one You're making me, yeahLord help me see the one You're making meThe one You're making me, the one You're making meI feel the wild whims of the wicked as I wonder whetherAshes burn twice or these thoughts be put under a fireTo be burned as I have tried to learn from the whisper of His willWhile I am standing stillAnd the night fell fast, I crashed and blast my prayers like through a megaphoneAimed all of my feelings at the ceilingCuz I want to know who I amAnd if I really have a HomeLord Help me be the one You're making me, yeahLord help me see the one You're making meThe one You're making me, the one You're making me
