Take it slow and don't haste,
Or your effort would be nothing but a waste

These feelings I'm feeling, they're slowly building.
No matter how much I keep trying, It's still quite revealing.
There's something missing, I've tried looking.
I'm still wondering and thinking, what's the meaning.
Every time it's morning, I'm falling,
But I start questioning, Am I truly willing?
My thoughts starts speaking, I'm carefully listening.
Then again where I'm going, would I be leaving?
Or would I be staying, But where would this be leading?
I've tried believing, I've got nothing;
Something that I'm doing, Is it worth living?
Am I resisting, Should I be fleeing
What am I doing? , voices starts exploding.
Why am I still running, I'm not the one leading.
I'm just only hoping, it would start healing.
I'm still bleeding.
I'm dying.
I'm a human being.
So am I dreaming?
'Cause I'm still breathing.
Resistance is futile when I'm losing.
The truth is killing
Because no way I would be winning.

For Him I'll be a messenger,
Ready to spread the word.
I'll be His speaker, His voicer,
To save the ones lost and not founded.

I'll be a missionary,
Bringing his messages to even the moon.
I'll travel across the whole galaxy,
So others know that we aren't alone.

For Him I'm ready to be persecuted,
Judged along the way.
To be pushed off, ignored or executed,
Just brings me closer to Him everyday.

For God I'm ready to,
Drop my old life for the new,
To renew my spirit and to conclude,
Overflow into other lives too.

For God I'm ready,  
To be the salt of the world.  
To take burderns, so heavy,
In order to safe the lost and In peril.

For God I'll humble myself,
Let Him take the strings of my life.
Use me with all His power , compel,
To relieve the ones down and deprived.

We all know that history repeats itself
And when you finally face defeat, it's hell
The torture one has no choice but to go through
Free seats to a painful ordeal, Row 2

I don't think you have ANY idea how it feels
When your state of mind just surrenders and kneels
It's agonising, you just wanna release what you hold inside
The feeling stays, it will never roll or slide

What's going on is the truth that you can't deny
All I can do now is just rant and cry
And that's what this is, but do not sympathise
There's the indisputable fact that I was victimised

I was taken for an idiot, I guess I just realised.