People walking down the streets like they got some place to be at
drowning life in every step and hoping they do that
with one step there is hope with the next one it is lost
so they step a little faster and try to get the most
is a constant struggle that everyone is face with
yet everyday we face this life expecting to see grace
and she lives on the hard concrete, upon the pavement
sitting on the curb but yet we can't face her
pass over, look over in your sight but can't discover
just a conscious thought lumped with many others
and we turn a blind eye on the facts to only see
a reflection of ourselfs and how we used to be
a distant glimmer of hope we can't bearly see the light
yet we hold to the truth that is worth it to win this fight
we cling to the cross raw emotions, shakey hands
cause in the back of the mind this is the last stand
The signs are everywhere in every city in every corner
stand still for a minute and hear millions of mourners
calling for their fate they demand their divine appointment
some expected, some neglet it, many others reject
but that's besides the point is not for us to choose and pick
all we are is servants so just submit
that's my calling, my mission, my reason for existance
though at times I try and fail I still prevail
the holy grail keeps me focus when the flesh begins to rot
and the bread broken in pieces reminds me of what I got
and the debt was paid in full the cost was taking over
his blood cover the loss now my life is but a gain
and in the same frame of mind I extend this plea again
won't you join me in this struggle and live life to share his grace
bitter sweet becomes the mantra upon this riff
so won't you pound upon the pavement and share this gift?
I stand on these streets and see the people passing by
wondering what's going on what is running through their mind
is there a war going on can it really be won
or is everything lost and we are living without rhyme
or reson to this life is it all surrounded by pain
and the result is strife? and this life is all in vain.
I ask myself time and time over again
am I doing enough to bring God to men today?
cause it's my life my mission my reason for existence
my thoughts my heart but sometimes my resistance
my everyday stance and sometimes the last chance
my goal to make it happend and see his glory advance 2x
