Lost
Weak with tired eyes
I am staring at light
The shadow of the sun
Rising red
I am able to see
Better than, it's better than
All that you could have imagined
Eyes closed, still see
Images of light
Can’t forget what you are
Fall on your knees
Your misery's welcome
Bow your head
Crawling on desperate
Shaking hands
And pray that they don't see
Your fall from grace
Scouring the gutters
To find your worth
But you’ll never find it
Father
I'm on my knees
Begging, begging
Turn your head
Look away
Turn your head and look away
Father
I am here
Begging
Turn your head and look away
