Songtexte Welcome - Written to Speak

I'm aware this is most likely your first time hearing me
Hello
I grew up down south among the palm trees with Mickey Mouse
And a basketball hoop in front of our house
I wanted to be Michael Jordan until I was 13 and to this day
Space Jam is the greatest movie these blue eyes have ever seen

I'd rather have a cheeseburger than fame
And most days I'm called the wrong name

I'm the second son of my father
I stand four inches taller than my mother my hero is my brother
Late one December I said I do to a grace-filled goddess
With eyes so beautiful they could shrink giants
And late last night I was sent a GIF
While half asleep next to the other whole of me
She couldn't see me giggling under the sheets
As I watched a dog run into a glass door over and over and over and over

We've talk about getting a dog of our own
And we will name him Pancake

And I still have a hard time being present
Because I'm stuck in the past and fixed on the future
I don't know what it's like to live with no regrets or without dreams
And I write poetry because I can't sing
And when I dance it looks like I'm trying to kill a bee without getting stung

I read these words from a notebook because I cannot memorize
But I have become mesmerized by how ink changes a page

I'm no Whitman or Poe
Dickinson or Angelou
Weezy or Swift

But I write to remain putting the pen to the paper
To keep from causing a ripple and rift

Writing: the cheapest form of therapy
Saving my pockets' singles and dimes
So I can buy coffee to fuel this dream sipping myself closer to clarity

And I'm chasing the heels of 30
And I thought I'd have life figured out by now but
I've got more questions than answers
And all my answers create fresh questions
A constant give and take a swirling surrounding the pounding within
Yet locked within faith outweighs both stretching me closer
To forever a restful peace growing beyond the deep

And deep down inside hope pumps through my veins
Coursing creativity causing a landslide of possibilities
Reminding me it is better to be here together than to leave alone

And I've been someone I haven't liked but for all I don't know
I know grace kills guilt grabbing my hand leading me to a blank page
To write with freedom and New Found Glory

I don't have all the right words to write or say but I've got a lot of words to say
Some days I think I say too much but most days I think I think too much

Over-thinking
A constant moving within the shaking and shifting of thoughts
Getting myself lost within what ifs mixing myself up
With mix-tapes of mess ups replaying the wreckage of memories
I've tried to lay to rest
And I'm second guessing what I know to be true
And I know I don't know much but I've come to know
Kindness isn't overrated and telling you
That donuts are delicious is an understatement
I know I don't want to die with my eyes on a screen
Or get stuck somewhere in between hate and greed
I know our greatest response is often silence
And if you're quiet enough you might be able to spread it

But I also know if something is beautiful we should speak it

I know weird and wonderful have more in common than just the W
And I know learning takes patience and patience takes learning
I know there is no shame in surrendering
And I believe humility requires community
And community is why we push through to the other side
And I know two of the sweetest words are Welcome home

Welcome home
Well come home and we will welcome you with arms and smiles wide
Well come home and we will wash the dust from your feet
And give you something to eat
Well come home we've been waiting for you

Welcome home