Show me the length of the seas... Shout out the name of the storm... Drink from the burning, ever-fiery stars... I cannot know you, but you know my name... My heart, afire, knows only the pain... Flakes of ashes falling on me, you know my heart, you know my pain... 'Til now I cried, dead in my shame...
My story is not something new. I knew there was nowhere to hide. You brought the fire, to my drowning soul; you burned out my lungs, making me whole.
One day I cried, "I know you Lord"; then you decided, to make me yours. I fought that horror, that monster inside; I fought in vain, believing in lies.
I fought to no conscious end, my heart was already dead. You came beside me, before me you fought; that monster lay dead, no longer a thought. I cried to you, my heart black as night; "My child," you said, "it is not your fight." You cradled my head to your Holy breast. You tore out my heart, and laid it to rest. I could not cry, though seared to the bone; my breathe came short...
"I am alone..."
Then there it was, the smallest of lights; I thought you forgave, but you lit the night. And though I was blinded, the light so bright; I saw your face, bringing the fight. I stood up then, your power within; I came to my senses and now I can win! The monster is dead, the old me is gone. Your life-giving water has faithfully planted, the seeds within, my heart filled with gladness. I am a new man, my story begins; I weep now, forever, for the peace that's within.