more to this

I said someday when I’m older, I’ll live my dreams

And when I get my things in order, I’ll be free

But there are some things only years of life can teach

And I’m learning there is more to this than me

Well, this life moves on like seasons of a tree

The branches grow but wither eventually

And every time that cold wind comes to take away my leaves

I remember there is more to this than me

Hollow learning

Lord I’m sorry

Empty yearnings

Lord I’m sorry

Aimless burning

Lord I’m sorry

I’m returning

Lord I’m sorry

I’m sorry