Break free, the Way
Sometimes I’m going through the motions, of the man I’m supposed to be
Trying to take the right next step, but I know that it’s not me
Cause the man I see in the mirror, ain’t the one that they all see
There’s a war going on inside, and I’m trying to break free
Lord, I’m trying to break free
At the worst, when that storm was raging so bad
I almost abandoned, all that I had
I came home from the war, and home from the fray
But I was running from something, that I just couldn’t say
Day after day, and year after year
Hair turning gray, and tears after beer
Try to put it behind, or put it away
I wonder, if will I ever find my way
Lord help me find the Way
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