Michael W. Smith - Reach Out To Me
Another million miles from the truth now
I know there’s peace but I can’t seem
To figure out how
To stop this race that’s taking over me
I’m under the fun I wait for you see
Oh, please reach out to me
Open my eyes to see
I’m running from you now
Come rescue me somehow
Another scar from fighting the truth now
Has left me like a stranger to my need now
A masquerade, a game to figure out now
A cruel charade I cannot scream aloud
A narrow stretch of road in the way now
A heavy load still hanging on to me now
I’m in a maze that I can’t seem to get out
Without a view from these shoulders of doubt