Here's to my desire to remember what he left. But, there was no time for sentiment as he took his final breath. I was not too broken to hope for a helping hand, (but) I had to fight to find it. Eight years old is too young to become a man. I left my hope behind me. I was Just another angry kid, growing up without a dad. So I sold my soul for the highest bid, to get the love I never had. Tell me who I am. A kid that turned to the world for identity. I can hardly stand. Trying to find myself, I confined myself. Now I've come to see, it was never "me" I was looking for… It was always Him. It was always Him.

Born from a broken home. When my father died, I was left to find my way through life alone. Left on my own, I put my pain on display as I fought with hatred and rage. No son should ever have to face the world without the love of his father. I faced the world alone. I had no one to run to, and everything to run from. I had no one to run to, and everything to run from. I buried my hope in the ground. Drowning, with no one to pull me out, sinking inside my head.

I was just another angry kid growing up without a dad, so I sold my soul for the highest bid to get the love I never had.

Tell me who I am. A kid that turned to the world for identity. I can hardly stand. Trying to find myself, I confined myself. Now I've come to see, it was never "me" I was looking for… It was always Him. It was always Him. Tell me who I am. I can hardly stand. Now I've come to see, it was never "me" I was looking for… It was always Him. It was always Him.