Sometimes i feel like a prisoner locked inside a cell with bars made out of what ifs and coulda shoulda wouldas
I shouldve did this, and i couldve said that, but my mama always told me taking risks was hoodlums"mama thats a good one!" I shouldve said long agoInstead i took her words to the head like strong patronLoads of opportunities falling back to back like dominos,And if it wasnt for these obstacles...i wouldve had accomplished goalsI got so far to go..to get to my destinationI refuse to be a failure so ive got to make some changesThis time i will not rush it, my new strategy is patienceYou cant expect your dreams to budge if youre to afraid to chase them!!So tell me how can i run with these shackles on my feet?Could i scoot, should i roll, could i hop, could i leap?Or simply search my heart inside and out to find a key?Unlock the door to my future and get these shackles off of me?Shackles of fear....i will fear no moreShackles of lies....i wont hear no moreShackles of doubt..i wont feel no moreKey of faith..take this shackles off my heels O Lord!!I wish to run faster than ive ever ran before, i just got to make my way to the finish line!Theres no1 in this race but my body, mind and soul...&we we must all work together to win this timeI may have a couple shackles thats still attatched, but i will hop just to keep from running backwardsAs long as i know they will break in the end..i will gladly cross that line in these shackles....shackles