Chris Stills God Won't Make You A Man
All this time spent on my own. I've seen a thousand
different ways to reach God. All my fear, where does it
belong. There is the beast inside that's drivin' me on.
So you see I've walked alone. Carry the pieces of a
bittersweet soul. Holy faith I trust in only one. That is
the flesh and blood that makes my own.
But imagination. My heart is breaking. Hear my call
Kingdom Come.
Come on show me tomorrow. Let us see if you can. Mama
always used to tell me. God won't make you a man. So rock
on rock on right on through to. That place where you know
that you can.
Don't freak out.
Like a cold sweat I ooze up. From beneath the bitter
earth. Crawlin' up slowly to discover. My own universe,
as I see this. Horrible sight I just wanna die. Lord
Jesus Christ gimme the. Strength to stay alive.
