There are people I love, who I know love me back
But there are those who offer everything and yet
They seek a feeling that says that you owe them
Existence's cost burns in souls, but that's normal
My life goes from hope to hell, need for Heaven
I seek a world of hope, without a monthly crash
I've stood upon an edge of leaping into oblivion
Still I'm anchored to life by my loved ones
Alive, exhausted spirit, how will I endure
I pray, let me be healed, let this be the season
I can call upon you, be restored to reason
My flesh is cold, my spirit waning, still
But I shall be made new with the truth
And given a new heart, one with hope
Rather than the dust I live with now
Rather than the spiritual emptiness
I am tired, but will be awakened
To the life that offers me more
More than I have known
Ever before, and again
