The whole world all around
Celebrating being free
Their savior’s coming
But he doesn’t see what I can see

I’m still here Lord
Have you made up your mind?
I can no longer bear this burden
What is it in me you hope to find?

I see it in their faces
Jesus on the corner
There are no wise men bearing gifts
Only the cold air will remember

I tried to climb a mountain
But it was crying too
No matter what nature says
It’s no better than what a man can do

It seems my memories have become nails
I look at my hands and you won’t let the heal
Tell me Lord how long will I have to live like this
They cut my hands and you cut where I kneel

I see it in their faces
Jesus on the corner
There are no wise men bearing gifts
Only the cold air will remember