I was here lying in the darkness and can't even walk,
Alone with nothing, just the words I can't even talk;
People left me hanging in the storm with just one hand,
I was there in the 11th hour of living to turn myself to stand—

Yet instead from running away from those giant problems,
I knelt into the ground, and it brought me up from to something—
My life is a scar; my life is a piece of scattered mistakes
But because of Him, I can hold on to someone what e'er it breaks.

In that dry ocean from the bitter spring of broken hopes,
I'm now having the real meaning of facing all the odds:
And if I'm just dreaming, I don't want anymore to wake up;
'Tis better to be blinded than to see the world with 'tis own blood.

I have the adequate reasons, for He changed the man I was—
Who was sitting only beside those wall's shadows and dusts,
With this painted Love; I've been lifted into the sky through Thy Name,
From His shoulders, the search is o'er: I found now the Effervescence.