Ensnared to the mischief of our own desires
Wilding out to the cravings of our own selfish ways
We fail to see the fall of taking in everything
No one seems to wall in the ending result
This has caused men and women their freedom
Yet it’s still seen, as a casual affair, that’s fun
There’s no laughter in pain when the safety belt is unhinged
No one seems to position the end game with insults
It takes too much time to recognize the truth while in the mud
But, no one sees that the walls are caving in from the inside out
There are things that need to be reeled in, when there’s no rout
To follow in clear stairways, it all seems to end in misery of blood
It takes God to rid us of impulsive rebellion in our desires
All the wilding out is a cry in discomfort of God’s right ways
We are offered a freedom to do as we please, but not everything
Is good for us, we are to sleepout on the side of caution
And in God always consult
