A Little More Like Thee – Mindy Gledhill

So many faces travel the length of a mind
That is racing to trace back the memories of time gone by
Oh, in the distance between all the bridges of instances
When I have wanted to change this heart of mine

Have I blown all my chances to be
Less like the captive and more like the free
And more like the innocent child in me
And maybe just a little more like thee

Here in the spaces between all the lines of a life
That has wasted the essence of time, I close my eyes
And picture a place where the sum of all grace
Is extending a hand to erase all the shame from this worn out face

Have I blown all my chances to be
Less like the captive and more like the free
And more like the innocent child in me
And maybe just a little more, a whole lot more

Like the hands that redeemed me
That lift and relieve me
The roads I have taken in vain, oh

Have I blown all my chances to be
Less like the captive and more like the free
And more like the innocent child in me
And maybe just a little more like thee