i wish that i could say i am a perfect man
one day i decided i would think on this,
i wish sometimes that i would not be who i am

not knowing if faith and pain could co-exist:
could i ever on my own conceive
of someone i did not know, but i need?
i must be made to be at peace and communion

'cause there must be some place somehow from where I have fallen

i find through every ounce of pain i feel
that my mind cannot deny that God is real
leaves me in conclusion that i know the way

the inconsistency of what i say i should be
compared to what i am in actuality
though i am unable to always obey

my soul's hunger for a deeper life
nothing in this world has satisfied
the weight of my misdeeds were crushing, blinding me
i still live with pain inside but now i see

the pieces of my life are scattered on the floor
i stared at them till i could take no more
i do not deserve to be set free
forgiveness is what i desperately need

if it wasn't for the perfect blood was shed
would i not be dead inside but i live instead

believe through all my tears
i know my faith's still here