Swimming in my self-pity,
Climbing at the walls,
Wondering where I’m going,
Can I get there at all?
Will I find love there for me?
Will I find peace?
Will I find anything my heart can keep?
Is it the hurting now, or knowing where I’ve been that makes me turn away and turn right back again?
Trying to find some meaning in the midst of it all,
When will I ever know I’ve never known at all?
I’d trade all these questions for the chance to be healed.
Building a fire to melt this heart of stone,
With a love that burns the flesh, but chills me to the bone,
Melting away at the core of all I do,
Oh, cast my soul in the crucible of you.
I’d trade all these questions for the chance to be healed.
Building a fire to melt this heart of stone,
With a love that burns the flesh, but chills me to the bone,
Melting away at the core of all I do,
Oh, cast my soul in the crucible of you.
