I swear this isn’t the end 
But I still feel so alone 
Even when I’m surrounded by my best friends 
Word’s can’t penetrate 
tree in the wind 
I bend 
Falling faster into the depths 
I’m falling, I’m falling 
Under such depression, I can barely even catch my breath 
Words can’t mend and love does not sink in 
Why can’t I see Your face? 

Clawing at my chest 
Looking for some sort of reprieve 
I swear this isn’t the end 
But when will I [bad word] in my own skin? 

Knowing fundamental [bad word] 
Doesn’t seem to matter 
After such tremendous abuse 
Cause I’ve worked this ground since my youth 
And still, the land has yet to bare any sort of [bad word] 
 I’ll continue to toil and plow 
Hoping one day I’ll make You proud 
‘What have a got to show?’ 
As I wipe the sweat from my brow 

So tired, so tired of showing Love so deep 
That most aren’t even willing to feel 
See what I’ve seen 
Open your eyes and recognize that this is real 
This season brings darkness so profound 
I’ve [bad word] lost and can’t seem to be found 
Contorted, racked with pain 
I know should feel free, yet I continue to sing this sad refrain 
I can’t sleep and food has lost its taste 
God, I’m so sick of this place 

Then I’m touched 
By the hands of a brother 
And like [bad word] 
Passing through my exterior 
I hear my name 
hush 
son, loved by a Father 
I’ve been made alive again