I always took the long way home
it was a shouting stormy road
it was raining, thunders too
but I kept hoping that at the end
there was you.
I knew it will be hard
as so it always did
I knew that from the start
I'm still frighten to get hit.
Alone I'll cry in the dark
where it's hard to see the light
I know I will stumble, break and fall
and I know I will be getting hurt in this fight.
God, I'll take the long way home
and I'm sorry for the times I sin
Mom, I can't make times undone
I don't want or have to, but I will.
When I praying down on my knees
and swallow my hot tears away
judge, please take my apologies
God, I'll carry your blame.