Crown him with many crowns the lamb upon his thro
Sit back in your chair there is no air ,
Your lungs have burst , your crying.
There is no air anywhere, yet those around you are singing ,
Sing out loud to  their creator King ,
Yet inside me I'm dying .
What's with him , can't  he sing ? Why sit down extol him !
Extol him my creator King when inside I feel like dying ?
No air to breath , yet sing with ease a joyful song beside me .
I will rise again to give my King
The air he kindly brought me X