Wrestling With The Truth

Chorus:
Wrestling with the truth
God’s truth just wrestling (wrestling)
Wrestling with the truth
(Repeat)

Brenda was a wild child
Hostile S no smile S troubles on pile
That was her style
She wanted to do things her way
Live in disarray
From the good life she would stray

Always looking for a chance to kick up dust
The wild life was a must
Her attitude you can’t trust
Not willing to adjust
Relationships with family going bust
Boiling up inside ready to combust

Wrestle with the truth S doing wrong
Hanging out in places where she didn’t belong
Trying to play the tough girl
Faking it S acting strong
Singing that,