It’s hard to believe You knew just exactly what kind of person you were making.  Those of us who sleep and those of us who sing are all the ones betraying our dignity.  You made a man who made a machine that screams and spits in perfection’s face.

I want to believe that there’s more truth about you than what they say there is.  I want to believe in something that explains why I’ve got this ringing in my head.  There’s chaos outside and it’s getting cold in here.  Help me believe that one day I’ll be home, I’ll be safe, that I’ll actually see You like they saw You.

Give me bigger dreams, give me more perspective, you gave me life so give me more than I can handle and I’ll give it all back.  I promise You this, I’m feeling love like I’ve never felt love, and it’s making me so confident I think something so much bigger then what I can handle is about to happen. Let’s do this.