I am aware
The words that escape my mouth
Aren't always the ones I wish to come
I speak without thinking
I realize it isn't fair
To speak ill of others
As I live in the comfort of my father's house
I am not a finished work, my father isn't done
I've so much to fix and improve upon
Yet my spirit remains untamed
I have to find a better way
I have tame the wild in my soul
But I am not perfect
I am truly flawed
But I will bow before my creator
My father who designed my being
And I pray to be restored
I pray to keep the joy inside
And renewed indeed
For he is as perfect
As I am not
It is a matter of my soul
Not one of my mind
He has a plan
I live without a clue
I accidentally lie
His words are true
