I hate this feeling
And what I'm seeing
Me not being
The me I want to be
The me I'm supposed to be
And it's become
Something done routinely
I mess up and then come back
Pleading
So my life's ledger is unbalanced
Towards evil doing

But I know someone
he's the only one
Who can wash away
All the evil I have done.
I'm tired
Of living on the run
From you,
out of fear
Of being an abandoned son.
So now to you
I come
Without a heart or lungs

Teach me
How to live
How to breathe
How to fly
How to see
Open my eyes
Because on my own I fail
So miserably
I'm ready now
To be complete

What must I do to finally get by,
All of my secret avoidable crimes?
Why do I
keep tearing myself up from the inside,
Over these things,
Which from my soul wrings,
Every drop of spiritual water your mercy brings?
A single act of disobedience as small as a grain of sand,
Is enough to build the beach
that separates me
from you like
The oceans from dry land.
Help me to be what im supposed to be,
Because without you im a ship lost at sea...