If the blind can see You,
And the lame can meet You,
Would the dead embrace You,
If you never gave them the means to
believe?
And that makes no sense to me
He gave me a voice that speaks out,
But paired it with a mind that's filled
with doubt.
If I'm to find the sun, I need something more than
songs that pour, from this, cave of questioning.
Give me sand to build a home,
And watch all the walls fall on me.
I can't change what I am,
The lions always kill the lambs,
But don't you see the irony?
Don't you see the irony?
If the blind can see You,
And the lame can meet You,
Would the dead embrace You,
If you never gave them the means to
believe?
And that makes no sense to me
Will I embrace You? Will You
Ever give me the means to believe?
Answer me, please