Give Me Healing - Corey Smith

Morning sun so bright, I put shades on my eyes

Hide my face from the spotlight

I walk the streets with this pack on my back

Full of books and the poetry I write

Life’s a metaphorical battlefield

This pen is my sword, this book is my shield

And I gain ground, on a bench in the park or a café downtown

But each night when the shades come off

I look back on the lines I’ve crossed and I hang my head

I’m getting better but I ain’t there yet

Still busting up this brick on my shoulders

All my troubles set in stone make it hard to carry on

But I’ve got praying hands hanging over

The pillow where I lay my broken head at the end of the day

And they give me healing.

They give me healing

Wheels turn and seasons roll, across the highs and lows —

July hot, January cold —

And I pack heavy, 'cause I got to be ready for

Whatever weather the wind may blow

I’ve learned a lot from the road behind

The bridges I’ve crossed, the mountains I’ve climbed, the interstate signs

Leading me through each stage in the back of my mind

But each night when the curtain falls

I take account of the highway’s cost and I hang my head

I’m getting closer but I ain’t there yet

I’m still busting up this brick on my shoulders

All my troubles set in stone.

Sometimes it’s hard to carry on

But I’ve got praying hands hanging over

The pillow where I lay my broken head at the end of the day

And they give me healing

And I won’t lay my hammer down until they lay me in the ground

And I’ll keep singing like it’s Sunday morning

Lightening my load until these wheels run out of road

I’ll be busting up this brick on my shoulders

Hammer falls and I see stars.

I still wonder what they are

I’ve got praying hands hanging over

The pillow where I lay my broken head at the end of the day

And they give me healing.

They give me healing