Show me the stars, as they glisten as they sparkle.
Show me the signs...
Is it true?
Am I a miracle?
It seems people forget you breathe.
Am I alive or is this a dream?
The roads I go down at night, the light falls right behind.
Is it my time?
Oh lord, will it be divine?


The things I've cried for are countless.
My tears are overwhelmed by their own sadness.
The things I see in my sleep, are they of sin or scar?
I'm sure people wonder if I'm alright; the truth is you never are.
The people who are sick will be healed.
Only to be new and reveal something beneath.
When in need you are hurt.
Pain is unbearable if it's true and clean.
My words will cut deep...
Oh lord, will you keep me?


I'm sorry if I intrude, maybe I'm even rude.
My thoughts can no longer be set aside.
After a while, I wonder if someone will be there for a lifetime.
If not I'll be fine...
Oh lord, here comes the circle of crime.


Will I be able to shine?
Like the stars above without daylight in sight.
My sight grows as the flowers bloom.
In touch with the people, I assume.
I cannot be contained like an animal, choosing the river to keep me afloat.
I will not stand down, I will not sink.
Lord the day I do; please come save me.


For I shall drown in the ocean of my thoughts...
I sought for you, for you I won't give up.