I have failed so many times to become the person The person that I long to be Perfection, the standard of my everything Unable to realize I bring my fall Perfection, a task not possible I try so hard, not hard enough My God, lived without sin Myself, I'm indulged in it My god how long I will sing this song And my god how long til I come home? My god I'll sing until I have no breath And my god come and take me home Blood stained hands carry my sins My hands carry no such wounds
Your eyes have searched for me I look away. I look away I have failed to be the person I strive to be I fall so short to the expectations You wore the crown of thorns, as I wear the crown of shame Your eternal sacrifice Has torn a whole inside my heart I fail to sin, not for the last time I will rise back up, and carry on My flaw of the man I shouldn't be Is not the man you died to see So I'll learn to be who I should be And give back to you, and give less to me.