Backpack - 6'10

We built our home of glass next to a gravel road

Just to prize the strength we were made of

Our past a different time we told, only till it came between us

Feel the rumble, the crumble, the crash of dreams

Man I hope the grass is greener

Man this life is just not what it seems,

But for grace these times could be meaner

I found the peace of the roving soul

I have found the peace of the roving soul

We walk alone!

Past all these cultures of pain

Finding home!

And a backpack’s calling my name

And a backpack’s calling our name

No freedom found in the mistakes that others have made

But by grace I remember the price was paid

Forgiveness marks the start of this long long road

A daily fight of a creature with no legs of its own.

This experience has painted, painted a picture for me

Kill my pride so that my blinded eyes can see

I’m not defined by the actions of another man’s fear

Only known by the heart of the son right here.

I found the peace of the roving soul

I have found the peace of the roving soul

We walk alone!

Past all these cultures of pain

Finding home!

And a backpack’s calling my name

We walk alone!

Past all these cultures of pain

Finding home!

And a backpack’s calling my name

And a backpack’s calling our name