In my need for control,
I became the monster —

Tears flow like wild rivers
across a desert mapped with pain
poor old chap drops to his knees
thinking he's going insane

Help me dear Lord
I bow at your feet
forgive all my sins
please make me complete

I searched high and low for you
when I was young
I was blinded by the darkness
of what I had become

so many distractions
so many brick walls
so many weak arms
never catching my falls

yet now it is clear
you have shown me the way
for if I had not fallen
I would not have today