Hear our cries of devastation
while we fight for room to breathe...

I sense traffic's vitality
anticipating movement...

A foreign pen can become my defense.
Sometimes clean hands won't inspire...

What note can I play
on this imaginary sky...

You conjure the part of a whisper
ever moving yet yearning...

Wondering if you'll notice
these words I construct for you...

Nor are we slaves of popularity,
prisoners of style and peer pressure...

I remain unworthy to be called Your own,
yet You love as Your selfless mother...

And I can't surrender to sleep
All I'm hoping is for us...

Great God You broke my fear
As I am lighting strength inside...

I want to give my life for You,
every little thing I can offer up...

If You (and You did) read my heart
and know my name before I...