Where Was I To Know (Brother Cane)

How many times have I said to myself, This means nothing to me? What doesn't kill, only makes me stronger, So comforting to believe. But in these strange days I find, That I'm a ghost, in my own life. Can you forgive these blood-stained hands, And trust the scars have healed out of sight? Where was I to know You were running out of reasons? Afraid to just let go, We were crashing into pieces. But where was I, where was I to know? And I'm so tired of feeling sick and tired; Shattered to my very soul. A dying light in a coal black sky; I'm too young to feel so old. With hungry voices, we stand in a circle, Chalked upon the floor. We're waiting for grace; is it all in vain? Or do we count the ways once more? Where was I to know You were running out of reasons? Afraid to just let go, We were crashing into pieces. But where was I to know? I'm humbled by your patience. In time, the spirit grows. Will bring me to your garden. But where was I, where was I to know?