Convictions

This place is not my home
 It wasn't never meant to be
 I'm still searching
 I'm still searching
 I've been held back, I've been shut down but I am not dead yet
 I'm still swinging
 And I'm still holding on to hope
 I've been clinging to the edge with just my finger tips
 And I've been praying to God, don't let me lose my grip
 I will not fall
 I will never compromise my faith
 I'm holding firmly to the truth and I will not back down
 This live had drained me dry
 Though my flesh is weak and broken
 My soul will never die
 Your dance with the Devil, and know I will not go back
 I've found myself in the one who calls me son
 Take me home, God let your kingdom come
 This place is not my home
 I was born for the less traveled road
 I've got a lot of growing left to do
 But I swear that I will see this through
 I've felt the weight of the world crashing down on me
 I've been to hell and back and I'm still breathing
 I've screamed my lungs out and displayed my flaws
 But I find rest in the arms of God
 No roots, no place to call home
 I'm a wanderer, Vagabond; I'm bread for the road
 No roots, no place to call home
 I'm a wanderer, Vagabond; I'm bread for the road