My heart was cast to greener grass there in your garden walls. I laid my plans to trade my hand in answer to your call. Was heading for your warmer shores there on my sinking ship. I raised the mast to race my past, your name upon my lips.
There in the storms, illusions formed around my guiding stars. The sirens call, they tug and pull on the strings of wounded hearts.
Then I saw the trail of second chances lying wasted in my wake. I saw that every heart I’d ever held, I’d never failed to break. Forsaking grace for shame, I sailed away, and became a drifting wreck with the saviour's cross, an albatross, to hang around my neck.
I got lost in the tempest, drowning in doubt. Tossed by the rapids, my last hope devoured. My will had surrendered, my soul a slave, to the raging waves,
Because I stopped believing it could change Because I stopped believing it could change