I'm walking in your shoes, for just a mile or two   My heels are raw and torn, but I will dig them in for you   I see the pain you've known, and the seeds of hate you've sown   They're scattered on the ground, and I can barely step around       Insanity and pain, the things you will not name   Growing in the fields, spinning with the   Wheels and wind of time and whimsy   Your excuses and your flimsy lies       I'm running out of faith   And I'm tired of saving face   And where the hell is grace   In this forsaken place       I'm picking through the weeds, and I'm falling to my knees   And this is where I leave your shoes and step away from these       Insanity and pain, who will take the    Blame beyond your will and whimsy   No excuses, no more flimsy lies       I'm running out of faith   And I'm tired of saving face   And where the hell is grace   In this forsaken place