Survival In Disguise

I am a sinner
Oh, my soul
I turn a blind eye
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Does not the surface
Fail to hold
Is not the water
Far too cold
Cold for me

Through all my doubting
And all my longing
A shallow instinct
To do what serves me

But still, I know that life is not
Meant to be lived simply for me
But what is serving others if
Not just a means to feel "complete"
Before we die, is finding love
Just SURVIVAL IN DISGUISE
I pray for others with fingers crossed
That I may keep what I call "mine"

"I'm a stranger, but you clothed me
I was shaken and you held me
Though you were to my left
You gave to one with less
And your actions were made "right"
But take no pride in what you've done for me
Because the heart seeks for self-serving means
Confine one's darkest ego
Learn to let go
Embrace what it means to be free"

We run into the shadows
Where our shame no longer hides.
But in the light, exposed
Our character now compromised

"So, when your joy comes from serving
And not being served
Giving to the far more deserving
That's when I do my best work"

I am a sinner
Oh, my soul
I turn a blind eye
Oh my soul

But still, I know that life is not
Meant to be lived simply for me
But what is serving others if
Not just a means to feel "complete"
Before we die, is finding love
Just SURVIVAL IN DISGUISE
I pray for others with fingers crossed
That I may keep what I call "mine"