Walking 歌词

I'm walking in your shoes, for just a mile or two My heels are raw and torn, but I will dig them in for you I see the pain you've known, and the seeds of hate you've sown They're scattered on the ground, and I can barely step around Insanity and pain, the things you will not name Growing in the fields, spinning with the Wheels and wind of time and whimsy Your excuses and your flimsy lies I'm running out of faith And I'm tired of saving face And where the hell is grace In this forsaken place I'm picking through the weeds, and I'm falling to my knees And this is where I leave your shoes and step away from these Insanity and pain, who will take the Blame beyond your will and whimsy No excuses, no more flimsy lies I'm running out of faith And I'm tired of saving face And where the hell is grace In this forsaken place