What's the point?
To endure a consequence?
Where is the glory?
Where is the honor?
What do I have to boast of?
Every fire
Every pain
Every rage
Every stab
Was my fault
What was the point
Of trading water for sand
I found the point
I crucified my savior
And threw his grace to the wind
Then he crushed my pride and broke my hide
Yet my heart builds it back
Why won't this heart of stone crack?
Sometimes I think about the night
I considered putting a knife in my chest
Why did you save me?
When you picked me up and gave me life
You called me to do something so big
When I'm so small?