Forever, the concept is heavy, the truth about it so hard to grasp.
This place, my will, words, decisions are here and now.
But I will never hold onto forever.
So my anger at the pain in this world has a hold on me.
Put a change in the way I believe. Open my eyes to the truth behind this all.
This is still breaking me down and I am powerless to change it.
I want to know, I want to see.
Re-create these hands, make them of a gentle man’s. All my ways have been flawed.
Re-create these hands, make them of a gentle man’s. All my ways have been flawed.
Re-create these hands, make them of a gentle man’s. All my ways have been flawed.
I want to know, I want to see. Re-create these hands...
Make them one of a gentle man’s. All my ways have been flawed.
Put a change in the way I believe. Open my eyes to the truth behind this all.
This is still breaking me down and I am powerless to change it.
I won’t let truth be relative. I need to see it, I need to know it.
May I be a catalyst. Hope has been embodied in me.
I know that somehow I can change the world.
Re-create these hands, make them one of a gentle man’s. All my ways have been flawed.
