This tent not mine My hands are on If I had no feet to run It would be a blessing It would be a blessing from above And if the trees were never planted And the mountains not slanted If there was no more water to part It would still be a work of art And in my darkest rooms I push and shove away But in my fall He will stay To the sea I will love Higher mountains I will discover From above, from above From above, I will heal And I am just a prisoner here A breath away from another fear Seasons one day will shed my soul This tent not mine Him in control And my emotions sometimes controls me And my pride can toll me But as I was sent here I am loved In the realms of heaven up above And im my darkest rooms I push and shove away But in my fall He will stay