Between Your Lines

We are all a little crazy, we are all a little weak

And we all are very fragile when there's nothing left to speak

When there's no one left to talk to, no more tears are left to cry

Will you stand up for the right thing or continue in denial

I don't know

Well, you know I'd love to help you, you know I'd love to heal

But without the hands of God, you will never be revealed

So, take off your mask of happiness, take off your mask of fame

We all know that you've got problems just like everybody's name

I don't know why you fold in the arms of reality

Why do you break with every wave in your stormy sea

You know I'd love to think you were doing fine, but I'd be lying

So, don't tell me everything is good, don't walk on bitter ground

I have seen you at your worst, and I still love you when you're down

But I hate to see you live like this, I hate to see you crying

And I hate to see you tangled in her web of sex and lies

Do you have a god you pray to, do you have a god you love

Do you have some twisted fear about the will from up above

Do you wait for him in silence, do you wait for him in vain

Do you think some crazy fool is gonna preach your pain

I don't know why you fold in the arms of reality

Why do you break with every wave in your stormy sea

Why do you cringe at the wake of every godly dream

While I watch you laughing on the brink of insecurity

You know I'd love to say you were doing fine, but I'd be lying

So, why must you walk with burdens much too big for you to bear

When you know it's not your fault

There are saints and sinners everywhere

You don't have to smile, I can read between your lines

I read guilt, and I read mercy, I read glory to the father

I read bitterness and suffering and love for all your children

I read brokenness inside your heart and scars too deep to see

I read pain from a young boy who's father left too early

Who's mother tried to mold him into what she'd love to be:

I don't know why you fold in the arms of reality

Why do you break with every wave in your stormy sea

And why do you cringe at the wake of every godly dream while

I watch you laughin' on the brink of insecurity

You know we'd love to help, yeah, you know we'd love to heal

But without the hands of God, you will never be revealed

You know we'd all love to say you were doing fine, but we'd be lying