Walking

I can walk all I want,
I can go any place,
With my heart in my hand, and my feet on the road
And the sun in my face.

I can sing all I want
To the tune of my soul,
I can reach very high, grab a handful of sky
And decide I am whole.

But each shadow’s a sign
To an eye that can see
Through the fog of the sin that it finds itself in,
Yes, I’m talking ’bout me.

And the laughter like wine
Makes the colors all dance
Till you turn your eyes down, as you look to the ground
At a shadow of chance.

Now I’m seeking a place
Past the reaches of space
Where no shadow is born, and a soul that is torn
May be mended by grace.