While I miss the mark do I hit the sky
And in my wondering do I answer why
I´m alive
To make a space - bushwhack a path -
Of myself and leave the math to God
(go on as above)
Place where I could be
Is short just the place for me to see
What I can do
What I´ve been given
My holy view of hell an heaven
While I miss the mark do I hit the sky
In my wondering do I answer why