Shaking, are these weary bones.
Trembling is this heart made of glass.
Quaking is the Earth beneath my feet,
as I take a tired step into the light.

I have hurt so long,
too long to tell.
This feeling is new,
so how do I embrace it?

I fall to my knees,
not sure I deserve it.
I have done wrong,
hurt so many.
Am I really here?
Or am I dreaming a great dream once again?

Let's shed some light on the subject
of how my life is going.
God answered a prayer,
and here I am smiling.
Never thought it'd happen,
never thought I'd see joy again.
But here it is,
joy standing in front of me.
It leaps into my eyes,
and dances like a willow tree in the wind.
I am happy once again,
but how long shall it last?

I can't be perfect,
no inspiration for happy.
I try, and try again,
with no luck burrowing through.
Please understand:
I can't sound happy,
in this metal box of no hope.

I am going insane.
Oh wait, I already am.
I see the demons already,
I see the floods.
At least I don't see,
crimson blood.