Here I am at your feet, with knuckles painted white,
all my heart splayed out from the things I've clutched so tight,
While you break me,
will you fill the empty cracks,
I know you're calling me to something bigger,
and I just can't see yet


With blind faith, and unsure feet,
here I fall,
Father, will you carry me?
With a breaking heart, and broken dreams
Father, take me