Don't want to paint myself into corners,
after the madness I've been through.
There's not any daylight in those corners;
just the sadness I've been through.
Want to break down walls and things;
I can't describe just how I feel.
I'm helpless like when Carrie sings;
she has to let Jesus take the wheel.
When I feel like breaking windows,
and I know push has come to shove;
Can't keep painting myself into corners,
I know I need some spiritual love.
I want to be like other men;
I just want to breathe again.
When tears fall like rain from the sky,
I want to see that rainbow again.
I'm looking for a breakthrough;
want to move on to something new.
Got to stop painting myself into corners,
open doors and stop feeling so blue.
No more painting myself into corners,
no more feeling so helpless and stressed.
Going out through the door into light again,
letting go, letting God, being blessed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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