Crossroads from Legacy by The L.C.M. Project

[Verse 1]
I need a way out or a way through,
I've been prayin’, but I still lose.
Got these battle scars on my soul,
Tryna hold on, but I lose control.
No sleep, just old regrets,
Tryna cash in on these empty bets.
I quit the booze, laid it down,
But the weight still drags me underground.

[Bridge]
I went to the well, but my hands came up dry,
I screamed at the sky, but got no reply.
I’m lost in the echoes of what I’ve done,
Standin’ at the crossroads, where do I run?

[Chorus]
I pray on my way
To the place where the lost are saved.
I can’t go back,
But I don’t know if I got the strength to stay.
I’m scared, I send out a prayer,
Can anybody hear me? Is anybody there?
'Cause honestly, it hurts, and every day is worse,
I keep runnin’ from grace when all I need is the Lord

[Verse 2]
I keep talkin’ to God, but my doubts won’t fade,
I hear my demons callin’ me by name.
I climb out the pit, then I slip right back,
Like I got one foot in, one foot trapped.
I know He’s reachin’, but I pull away,
Afraid He’ll see me and turn away.
But maybe grace ain’t built that way,
Maybe love don’t walk away.

[Bridge]
I went to the well, but my hands came up dry,
I screamed at the sky, but got no reply.
I’m lost in the echoes of what I’ve done,
Standin’ at the crossroads, where do I run?

[Chorus]
I pray on my way
To the place where the lost are saved.
I can’t go back,
But I don’t know if I got the strength to stay.
I’m scared, I send out a prayer,
Can anybody hear me? Is anybody there?
'Cause honestly, it hurts, and every day is worse,
I keep runnin’ from grace when all I need is the Lord

[Verse 3]
I see the wreckage, I see the scars,
Every mistake like a work of art.
Maybe broken is where I belong,
Where mercy sings its loudest song.
I ain't perfect, never was,
But I’m covered in a perfect love.
The road ain’t easy, but I won’t turn,
I’d rather walk it, even burned.

[Bridge]
I was made for more than my past mistakes,
More than the nights when my hands would shake.
More than the shame, more than the pain,
More than the whispers callin’ my name.
I ain’t who I was, no, I’m standin’ tall,
I ain’t backin’ down, not afraid to fall.
This road is long, but I’ll take that step,
‘Cause I know my soul’s been kept.

[Outro]
I pray on my way
To the place where the lost are saved.
I can’t go back,
But I don’t know if I got the strength to stay.
I’m scared, I send out a prayer,
Can anybody hear me? Is anybody there?
But I hear that voice sayin’, “Child, come home,”
Been lost too long, but I ain’t alone.
The chains fall off, the fear burns out,
I was blind, but I see it now.
I ain’t runnin’ no more, yeah, I found my worth,
I don’t need the booze, all I need is the Lord

• Christian Punk
• Christian folk
• Folk
• Punk
• folk punk
• Los Angeles