Our Shells

He is somewhere beneath his shell of pride,

But no one knows who he is inside,

And everytime that someone tries

He cringes behind his shell and hides.

She says she love the man he is

But tells him to change that or this

And he tapes together the broken shell of his

And hides again and pretends to live.

And when I look at you again

You hide behind a shell like him

And whitewash the sickness of your sin

And fall in line with all of them.

The only thing to change is me

Because I close the door when you shouldn't see

And I think I'm better than they could be,

But now I scream, "Oh Father, set me free

From my whitewashed shell of pride,

From the tape all over my insides,

From what I show and what I hide-

Crack my shell open to life."