I’m down on the ground
And you’re still kicking.
I would try to cry out,
Stand up…
But it’s been made clear
That whatever your foot wants
Comes before
Anything my soul needs.
I’m down on the ground
And you’re still kicking.
I would try to cry out,
Stand up…
But it’s been made clear
That whatever your foot wants
Comes before
Anything my soul needs.