Sometime I realize there's nothing left to say
When someone that you love says it's time to walk away and
Sometimes I know that there's nothing left to do
But pray these words come the way they always used to do
But it hurts, God
That hurt, God
So how am I supposed to do Your work, God
If Your work just gets me treated like the worst, God?
Am I the worst, God?
She said it first, God
She talked like I had treated her like dirt, God
But I would never- But now I'm not so sure
Maybe she was right and I should be listening to her-

STOP!

She's not You, God
I listen like she's telling me the truth, God
But it's YOU, God, who speaks the truth
But now the outside is trying to push through me
I hear the whispers to me-
It's Satan saying that he's always known the true me
"You should listen to me,
No one but me knows the things you could be-
But I'll tell you what we both know. You are the one to blame."
Oh, my God, don't let me play the Devil's game
Because his game is a battle over death and life
And I can't fight them in the dark, so could you please turn on the light?
And God, you know me better than I know myself
You know inside I'm still a little kid that can't reach the top shelf
With this balloon in one hand that I love more than anything else
So how am I supposed to fight hear demons by myself?!
They come at me from all sides with their fangs and pointy teeth
While I cling to this balloon that I really want to keep
But if I let it go, it'll be gone...
It'll be gone...
It'll be gone
And I'll have two hands to fight with- but I'm still a little kid that can't reach the top shelf
God, come on, You know there's no way I can defend myself!
I still eat too much ice cream and I do those silly dances
I play pretend, hate vegetables, and I love to hold hands, and...
Letting go would leave two hands for me to fight the things around me
But I'd rather grab Your hands and let Ypur love surround me
Like my mama when she calms my from my nightmares coming through
Or my daddy, how he holds me when he tells me about You
They taught me Your love is stronger than any demon's call
Or mean words from a friend- or any words at all
So here's my white flag, God, cuz I don't want to fight
So I'll uncurl my fingers and let this balloon take flight
Because it holds all the hurt- and it hurts to set it free
But the higher that it gets, the farther it is from me
So, God, can You see me? Now I have an extra hand
Can I told onto you forever, and forever, and...?