Gentle whispers fading white,
Brief glimpses of heavens light,
Caressing breezes out of sight,
Warm embraces born of right,

Grieving heart pains that you clutch
How can something thats good hurt so much,
Don't let your tragedy be your crutch,
Stronger men have fallen from such....

My courage always seems to fold,
It seems we have sinned and grown old,
In our own interest we've squandered our trust
cnd this Maker is far more youthful than us....
Corner edges feel too rough,
Nothing we do feels like enough,
In our own favor that we've willed,
This endless hole just can't be filled,
My courage always seems to fold,
It seems we have sinned and grown old,
In our own interest we've squandered our trust
cnd this Maker is far more youthful than us....

Raging thunder in our ears,
Our minds get trampled by our fears,
We forgot how to just be....
How to submit to be set free
My courage always seems to fold,
It seems we have sinned and grown old,
In our own interest we've squandered our trust
cnd this Maker is far more youthful than us...