Forever, the concept is heavy, the truth about it so hard to grasp. This place, my will, words, decisions are here and now. But I will never hold onto forever. So my anger at the pain in this world has a hold on me. Put a change in the way I believe. Open my eyes to the truth behind this all. This is still breaking me down and I am powerless to change it.
I want to know, I want to see. Re-create these hands, make them of a gentle man’s. All my ways have been flawed. Re-create these hands, make them of a gentle man’s. All my ways have been flawed. Re-create these hands, make them of a gentle man’s. All my ways have been flawed. I want to know, I want to see. Re-create these hands... Make them one of a gentle man’s. All my ways have been flawed.
Put a change in the way I believe. Open my eyes to the truth behind this all. This is still breaking me down and I am powerless to change it.
I won’t let truth be relative. I need to see it, I need to know it. May I be a catalyst. Hope has been embodied in me. I know that somehow I can change the world.
Re-create these hands, make them one of a gentle man’s. All my ways have been flawed.