Departed

All roads lead to no control.
So whats difference in paths you choose if it rings true to you?
I don't believe like you do, but I believe that faith isn't faith if you're forcing me to move.
This isn't your place, you threw it away.
When you made the point that you'd still break.
Complete lack of interest wasn't my mistake.
I found better purpose while you left your calling misplaced.
At this rate I'll be driven by doubt and encouraged to see.
But the current still holds me from searching for some kind of proof.
Free myself and I'll move, my feet forward to truth.
A time and place unbounded by you.

Could I, move forward while you're left stuck behind?
The only good that counts is inside. At worst you cannot find it.
Bury loss, and miss me when I'm gone.
The consequence of ignorance if you live out your own way.

The debt you left, it represents every time tried to save face.

My struggles with faith.
While you're stuck in yesterday, cleaning your own slate.
You're helplessly quick to deny that you're cold and benign, and you're weak in your own ways.
So leave me be.

Set me free.
I'm free.