All these lines in my hands
Are from trying to understand
What it means to live this life
And tired eyes are from those nights
We would lie underneath the stars
Wondering who we really are
I don't believe truth is easy
It just makes more sense
Sometimes you just stumble through
Until it changes tense
But that is what makes it us
Makes it something glorious
Beneath the rust and decay
We discover why we were made
Not for ourselves, not for us
All of the times I've made a name
Only to find it's been replaced
Entropy can wear a man thin
And all the times I've made it there
Only to find that the empty air
Of my victory was just as grim
I don't believe truth is easy
It just makes more sense
Sometimes you just stumble through
Until it changes tense
But that is what makes it us
Makes it something glorious
We were made for something great
Something greater than ourselves
Something greater than this shell
Can it be
Humility
Wasn't meant to be a curse?
My need for something
Other than me
Is the beauty of my worth?
Not just because I need You
But because You're all I need
Oh my God, You're all this weary sinner needs
You're the forest I could not see for the trees