Every time I'm happy, it dies right away.
It never seems to last for more than a few days.

But I've fought so hard. And I've given so much.
I just long for some peace. Long for Your touch.

God, what must I do? What else is there to prove?
Have I not shown I will not fade and never be moved?

My faith has grown weak, but I still trust in You.
And I'll follow along Your path, if You tell me what to do.

It's not my plan. It never truly was. It was always Yours.
I know what I want. But I also know what You want more...

I rise and I fall. I don't know how much more I can take.
Hot and cold. But I know my love and faith will never be fake.

I leave this with You. I know what I want.
But it's ultimately Your plan. You know how much I've fought.