Worrying how my story ends
When I let go and I let God
That's when things started happening
When I stopped looking at back then
Why can't you let go of the pressure
Of living up to their standards
For they were not there when the Father
Formed you with His hands
He has your life in His hands
Just because you haven't seen it
Doesn't mean it's not there
I made a friend in suicide
Evil thoughts tried take my mind
Couldn't let them have control
Anxiety tried to make a home
You need to pack your bags and go
I'm making way for the Holy Ghost