There seems to be inside of me
A sense of urgency
That my walls are closing in
That my time is running out
My hands are shaking
My hands, my hands are shaking
At the sudden realization
that I am more than flesh and bone
I'm getting more nervous
I'm getting more anxious
All I am is simple hands dying trying to make amends
They are scarred and they are blistered
Regardless I am relentless
The bleeding never ends
I am pressing on, but these are not my hands

If there is strength
left in these legs to run
I'm going to carry my glory to the rising sun
Have faith
providence will provide

All I am is a simple, subtle song
Singing into the wind
always believing
I am much too strong to ever stop repeating
Yet I stumble and I fall
I am only a collapsing wall
My voice fails me
I'm afraid to lift it up
I hear the silver sparrows singing
Tomorrow morning is coming
With its own set of troubles
But there is light at the end of the tunnel
And it will be enough
Don't you dare ever give up

I don't know what tomorrow will bring
From the next to the next day
It's starting to get to me
It's creeping up my spine

If it's true heaven is on our side
There is nothing left for us to hide
"We will mount up with wings like eagles into the morning sky"