I heard her say, "It's not your fault"
She said, "It's not been your fault"
No need to mourn
bout the shoes you've worn
and the shame fencin you in
It's not cause of some sin
The blame you've been fed
Don't belong in your head

And she knows me
Sees my humility
When many disowned
Left me rotting alone
She threw no stone
Spoke in a gentle tone
Offering a warm reception
Calming me with her affection

And the weight's leaving
No more grieving
I'm not afraid
Spades have been laid
Through with the charade
I know you believe
Come talk with me
Come walk with me
I'm traveling around
Swallowing the ground

And the weight's leaving
No more grieving
I'm not afraid
Spades have been laid
Through with the charade

I know you believe
Come talk with me
Come walk with me
I'm traveling around
Inhaling the ground

Don't want no perfection
Like my own selection
Gotta trust in life again
Not let my heart give in
You gave me back my day
believing in what I say

The blame I've been fed
Is outta my head