Color Quiet Loud

Running out of room,

running out of time.

I'm shoveling dirt.

I'm moving ground,

so I can hide.

Every now and then,

I feel the walls come closing in.

I do my best to disappear.

I am the sum of all my fears.

Oh,

sometimes.

Sometimes courage is as courage does,

but I keep falling short.

I wasted all the time that I was looking for.

Surrounded by my things not my loved ones and listening to voices out a box like I don't got one.

They argue all the issues,

know the facts,

and blur the rules.

They keep on pushing,

we keep fighting,

and we all look like the fools.

Well I think I'll make my own mind up from here on out.

I want color.

I want quiet.

I want loud.

Give me honest.

Give me free.

I will give back.

All come together,

build it up,

and make it last.

Oh sometimes courage is as courage does,

but I keep falling short.

I wasted all the time that I was looking for.

Something's out of sync deep inside of me.

Are you feeling broken?

Hope is a friend that we keep on sending… Don't send her away.