Broken Legs

I'm definitely not the best singer, but I wrote a song and here it is. Lyrics: The thorn in my side makes me bleed. To stop the stream of blood to my feet I Cover with a bandage so no one sees . Will all this red really make me clean? Communions of coffee and loneliness, Darkened rooms and hollow chest. Nobody believes that I try my best To count myself among the blessed . And I ask to do great things In your name, your name. Sometime I’d rather you just take me away, away. You want me to stay so I run the race with broken legs. You ask me to stay so I'll run the race with broken legs. (You want me to stay, you want me to stay) In your name, in your name.