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Real [radio version]
by Sandra Sutter
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I sit here with the lights down, alone with my guitar
Coyotes in the background, tryin’ to talk to all the stars
And I wonder what God’s plan is as I listen to the screams
Of the loud and lonely sirens, tell me what does all this mean
And I know that I’m a part of what my Creator thinks and feels
But tell me when do I get to be Real
I been thinking about the friends who’ve left me these past few years
I’ve tried not to take death personally I don’t allow the flood of tears
But there’s a hollow space inside me where the night has made His home
I don’t think that’s such a bad thing sometimes we’re better off alone
And I know that they’re all part of what their Creator thinks and feels
But tell me when do they get to be Real
When do they get to be one with eternity, And tell me when do I get to be me
I sit here with the lights off trying to listen to my heart
Seems it’s trying to remind me of the lessons in the hardest parts
I don’t have to seek the answers as though they were carved in stone
I’ll find them a whole lot easier these times that I spend alone
Yes I know that it’s all part of what my Creator thinks and feels
But tell me when do I get to be Real
Yeah I know that we’re all part of what our Creator thinks and feels
And it’s now that we get to be Real, Yeah it’s now that I get to be Real
I sit here with the lights down, alone with my guitar
Coyotes in the background, tryin’ to talk to all the stars
And I wonder what God’s plan is as I listen to the screams
Of the loud and lonely sirens, tell me what does all this mean
And I know that I’m a part of what my Creator thinks and feels
But tell me when do I get to be Real
I been thinking about the friends who’ve left me these past few years
I’ve tried not to take death personally I don’t allow the flood of tears
But there’s a hollow space inside me where the night has made His home
I don’t think that’s such a bad thing sometimes we’re better off alone
And I know that they’re all part of what their Creator thinks and feels
But tell me when do they get to be Real
When do they get to be one with eternity, And tell me when do I get to be me
I sit here with the lights off trying to listen to my heart
Seems it’s trying to remind me of the lessons in the hardest parts
I don’t have to seek the answers as though they were carved in stone
I’ll find them a whole lot easier these times that I spend alone
Yes I know that it’s all part of what my Creator thinks and feels
But tell me when do I get to be Real
Yeah I know that we’re all part of what our Creator thinks and feels
And it’s now that we get to be Real, Yeah it’s now that I get to be Real
