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As a child I found my strength,

from the people around me

who helped me build my foundation.

Guiding me, patiently.

Now I'm building my faith on my own

these walls feel heavy and harder to hold against strong winds

pushing on in from the world.

They say it's my life
I can do what I want with it
my life's in my hands.
I find every choice has a consequence, I don't understand,

it's my life.

Soon I craved freedom,

consumed by pride,

I faced temptations that lured me outside of my shelter.

Neglected, it fell to the ground.

Now I'm surrounded by piles of stone,
I can not rebuild this fortress alone, as I stumble.
Another wall crumbles down.

They say it's my life
I can do what I want with it
my life's in my hands.
I find every choice has a consequence, I don't understand,
it's my life.

Through the open air,

I was wandering and weak

while those walls were made,

to strengthen me, protecting me.

I thought I lost everything, I was wrong.

My foundation was there all along, and humble.

I kneel down and start again.

My Savior, picks up the pieces I can't.

It's my life,

I'll do what he wants me to.

My life's in his hands.

I know it takes work, but I'm willing to fight to further his plan,

through my life.