Am I falling short or do I fly? While I miss the mark do I hit the sky? And in my wondering do I answer why I'm alive?
To make a space, bushwhack a path Leave a sign, dodge the wrath Of myself and leave the math to God
Falling short I've hit the spot Of the place where I was shot From the womb of my mother I've fallen short but is there another Place where I could be?
Is short just the place for me to see What I can do? What I've been given? My holy view of hell an heaven
Am I falling short or do I fly? While I miss the mark do I hit the sky? In my wondering do I answer why I'm alive? I'm alive I'm alive
