This l-ife is an open w-ound, that will not h-eal
I cry out, to G-od
With all of my str-ength
Desperately, I reach, for Him, in the n-ight

This misery, keeps my eyes from closing
Keeps my mouth from being able to speak
Is th-is, as f-ar, as the arm of God ext-ends
Has th-e, f-ire, burned itself out

There is no profit in this way of thinking
I must escape this frame of mind
The source of all creation
Is inside of m-e
(O-h)

And when I think, of all He has done
When I consider, all that He is
I-I am compl-ete

I-I am compl-ete

This l-ife is an open w-ound, that will not h-eal