you stand there, in your glory

gleaming

thinking you’re the best

you’ll never hear my story

screaming

you’ll never know the rest

a million years of silent

pleading

for a drop of grace

a million years of violent

needing

to finish up the race

i’m always just behind, i’m

dying

lacking any hope

i need a little more time

crying

how am i then, to cope?

i hold the truth inside me

staying

where it still lives on

the only way i’ll go free

praying

and finally see the dawn

is trust that i know what i’m

doing

believe, and i’ll go on.