Текст песни Running After Time - Raine Wilder

Got the sword of the spirit
Know the lord hears it
It's like a, cut in my soul
Won't fear to get near it
I let the light shine thru
The dark times in my life
And I feel the goosebumps shoot
Down my spine when I write
This rides been the longest flight
Not a fly by night
Had to fight every single damn
Day and night had to
Build and rebuild these walls
Stack em up let em fall
I gotta check my flaws
I'm my own wrecking ball

And I'm running after

Back to the way it was
Into a new routine
Back building a buzz
Back to making scene

Back to picking my brush
Back to fixing my paint
Back to proving I am what you said I ain't

I'm gonna make my mark
Then flee the scene like Banksy
Publicly display my art
They'll hate it or they'll thank me

Cut it out and make a profit off it
Still they ain't me
Cut it out chill you ain't me

You can stop the beat, of your heart
But not the clock
Always breaking your ankles to race your wrist watch
Always changing he angles, to fit in your spot
Defeat won't stop
Your feet won't stop

Got the, heart of a lion
But tired of fighting
At least my, lack of success
Ain't from a lack of me trying
I put it, all on the line
Went rounds in this ring
But I'm done with
Dancing around
And sick of just circling
I know it, might seem quiet
But a riots alive inside my
Mind stay private
Or publicize it
Either way you'll criticize me
So there's no use disguising the truth
We're all running from our fate
We need faith to get through