Not A Word

Here we are unfaithful with our words
 Choices made that separate life and love leaving empty eyes and
 hands that dare not touch the truth
 Honestly dishonest this selfish pursuit buried deep in a discord of faith
 While not concerned with their hearts
 (here we are unfaithful with our words)
 discoveries overlooked entirely
 What's in my mind what's written on my heart
 What's remembered no more
 The old is obsolete and the new will make the old soon disappear
 Though I feel wicked we can give good things
 May my wealth be found and be worthy of my duty
 I call for change to end this life I long only to hold true
 To be a witness held by goodness held back by conviction
 I truly am blowing in the wind
 Without you holding me there would be nothing left to speak of
 Even though I feel that I am less than the least
 can I sing in the shadows of your wings
 Where else might I sing but in the shadows of your wings?
 Where else might I hide but in the shadows of your wings?
 Where else?