My life has been miserable for years now.
Been long separated with family,
An outcast to the home lived with,
Emotionally distressed, wanting to be loved.

One day, down the road,
While walking on the filthy side of the street,
There's a shadow from a distance,
Facing towards me.

An eye to an eye,
With a smile on his face,
Waving his hand,
As if he was waiting for me.

As I step closer to where he was standing,
It feels like I'm floating.
I can't explain,
But there's joy I feel inside.

The curved road, seemed going straight.
The loud sound from nowhere,
Stopped by the angels singing right next to my ear,
With warm and melodic voices.

The monstrous images of the crowd,
And sharp eyes pointing on me,
Disappearing one by one.
And the filthy road, changing to garden-like aisle.

As I face the man and look closer,
I can clearly recognize his face.
He handed me his cold hand,
And said, "You deserve to be loved."

The man waiting for me is willing to give everything,
Just to see me smile.
The man who will love me,
When no one else does.

The man waiting for me,
Is the man who was crucified.
Our brother and savior,
Is the man waiting for me.