Paula Cole - Comin' Down
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Lord make me a lightning bolt to burn off this ring
(Comin' down, comin' down)
Lord make me a Skillsaw to cut through these chains
(Comin' down, comin' down)
Lord give me the clarity to see through this smoke
And salvage the woman comin' down

Lord make me an arrow to pierce through the lies
(Comin' down, comin' down)
Lord make me a lens to better see my life
(Comin' down, comin' down)
Lord make me an instrument to sing away the pain
This rushing river comin' down

I'm free, here in the mountains of peace may I be
I see the greatness above and the smallness of me

Lord I'm mistaken in the choices that I made
(Comin' down, comin' down)
I made me a prison that should've been a man
(Comin' down, comin' down)
Lord help me discover the courage to be
To handle these changes comin' down

I'm free here in the mountains of peace may I be
I see the greatness above and the smallness of me
So free, here in garden awake consciously
I see the greatness within, the greatness in me

Lord I'm your instrument, I'll shoulder the weight
(Comin' down, comin' down)
Of feeling emotions in a deeper shade
(Comin' down, comin' down)
I'll be the one who puts them to song
And liberate the heartache comin' down