Open To Thyself

I like how you don't mind opening all the doors to yourself
That you trust that you'll find the key, even if it's hard to find
You trust that it's in your possession, that God gave it to you
You're not traveling alone, you see, you'll always make it home

And home is where the heart is now, where you stop, kids
So even when you roam, you're home, yes indeed
You're safe in the homes that made you, and the God that raised you
And the gift that creates in you
You're more than the songs they sing to
Don't get lost in the page

All the gold in stage is cute
You look shiny in bright light
Since you were a year old
A poet so his soul, speaking to his god
Or wherever else you chose to
I believe in you, just want you to know, I believe in you

I love you through all of your faces
I've watched you through all of your stages
I've seen you spill, I love you still, open to myself

Sometimes I wonder how much fight I got in me
Then I remember, man, I'm a queen in the Serengeti
A legion of soldiers, angel wings, and my daddy protecting me
Carry all the loads that's heavy, I got this

Even when I feel like motivation has left me, I got this
When my prayers have no words, I got this
And my knees don't feel like bending, I will make them
And when I win, I want a parade, I want a golden medallion
I want a white stage, and a Purple Heart
For all the battles I've won
For all the wars I've lost
For all the stars I've caught
I want the longest victory leporn heaven
And when I hold back towards you

I love you through all of your faces
I've watched you through all of your stages
I've seen you spill, I love you still, open to myself

Whenever you say I was home
When songs have no words of meaning
Remember this home, you're never alone
Open to myself

I petitioned for paradise, made a sacrifice of my parade
Dancing in falling rain, umbrellas and sugar cane
A brown ballerina tiptoeing on a golden stage

Running from a certain fame, from these nasty games
Competition for paradise, made a sacrifice for my hooray
Dancing for the rave, hip-hop rollers and sugar cane
A brown ballerina tiptoeing on a golden stage
Running from a certain fame, from these nasty games