This is a message and a calling
So, get up and gather around, everyone.
I'm withering. dying. trembling from trying. barely crawling.
What can be done?
What will be done?
Nobody told me
Nobody told me
Nobody told me
How heavy this life was gonna be
(Intro)
Here stands a silver lined believer. not believing.
A rosy-eyed dreamer awakening
Into a moment when hands are not given to the needing
What will become
Of this needing one?
If I can just hold on
Until the morning dawns
And nothing remains but a better day
And my song
Will sing of the weighed down times now behind me.
And I'll be moving.
But I keep pushing on
Everyday's getting heavier and heavier
Heavier and heavier
Everyday's getting heavier and heavier
Heavier and heavier