Oh, we sit around and talk for hours. About our dreams and the future in our power. Oh, such fools we were to ever think that this was it. To think ourselves as permanent and forget the immanent.
Looks like another year. I see you standing here. I know it's always such an uphill battle. . Feels like you're winning then. You go and lose again. And everyday you're going 'round in circles.
There's the redeemed lost again. Confused with doubts and suffering. But if only they'd open up their eyes. And see the beauty of their God. Who has never left their side.