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