Color Quiet Loud

Running out of room, running out of time. I'm shoveling dirt. I'm moving ground, so I can hide. Every now and then, I feel the walls come closing in. I do my best to disappear. I am the sum of all my fears. Oh, sometimes. Sometimes courage is as courage does, but I keep falling short. I wasted all the time that I was looking for. Surrounded by my things not my loved ones and listening to voices out a box like I don't got one. They argue all the issues, know the facts, and blur the rules. They keep on pushing, we keep fighting, and we all look like the fools. Well I think I'll make my own mind up from here on out. I want color. I want quiet. I want loud. Give me honest. Give me free. I will give back. All come together, build it up, and make it last. Oh sometimes courage is as courage does, but I keep falling short. I wasted all the time that I was looking for. Something's out of sync deep inside of me. Are you feeling broken? Hope is a friend that we keep on sending… Don't send her away.