Here
I need to make something I've waited for
Its on me
This heavy weight
this damn cross
its all on me
this is what we've waited for
a new existence forevermore
No lost dreams anymore
It's Bursting through this once locked door
But what was I looking for
And is what I saw the truth
How can I ever be sure
that these bloodstains are for you?
Father....Why
Did I ever really have to die
Do we ever really have to die...
I commit my spirit
into your hands
Father....Why
Did I ever have to live
Why did you ever give..
me this existence?
Is this happening? Will anyone know?
Confusion responds with an uncertain, "No."
