I’ve sat in the cold
Just whispering your name
But it was someone else
Who came to me
I’ve laid in the dark
To stare at the ceiling
But all I could do
Is whisper that name
Honestly
Sometimes I feel like I’m just
Lost in the street
And my back is turned
To the way I’m told to walk
And I feel like my eyes are closed
To everything I need to watch
So as I plead for tears to roll down my cheek
I plead for their reasons to be turned into joy
Honestly, I plead my life into the hands
Of the one who came to bring me back to him
Honestly, I plead that I will never fall again
Honestly
There are times that I’ve felt
Lost in the street
But I’ll turn my back
To all the filthy things my hands have seen
I plead that I can just open up my eyes
To the narrow road in front of me
-Zach