We're empty pages in a book
Yet to be defined
38, I'm a child
Still laughing and blind
To the world

It carries on like the tide
Remembering those who died
They're greater than I
Oh, what I could have been
...if only...

My father, he made me
My mother, she prayed for me
Under the Glory of God, Almighty

Pleading for color
The pages sing to me
I finally draw my sky
For all to see

Should Christ have refused the cross?

Endless angels, they burn my rest...
Only God knows my name
...so sad