i can hold my tounge with struggle
quiet the storm inside
hide all of my feelings
bury my wounded pride

but with all the control i boast of
still my heart runs free
and i can’t stop it from hollerin’
all my secret dreams

i can’t explain my wishes
i know i’m unworthy
but even the best has better
that God’s planned for me

i can lie if you ask me
cause i know i should not dream
but if God can part the ocean
He can dry some teary streams

i can put on normal
and act like i’m all ok
but then there’s that feeling
when the world looks the other way

i can’t explain my wishes
i know i’m unworthy
but even the best has better
that God’s planned for me