Waves Crash

I am not what I provide I'm not how hard I try to be true What if all I'd done just started sliding? Mud down a mountain A dress on the ground at the end of the night And if I'm not what I produce to make Or how I make someone feel What the hell am I? Waves crash, clouds break Yet here I am ashamed of all the cracks Trying to glue the right mask in place Light bleeds and thunder shakes You wouldn't tell a flower it was made of sin You know it's good just for being There's no need to define How I measure up next to anyone Or how well I stayed in the lines I'm a tall, tall tree reaching up in the breeze All I have to do is breathe I'm a limb of goodness in motion Waves crash, clouds break Yet here I am ashamed of all the cracks Trying to glue the right mask in place Light bleeds and thunder shakes You wouldn't tell the flower it was made of sin You know it's good just for being What if, what if I'm not made of sin? What if, what if I'm lightning?