Living a life in the lost has been killing you.
This deception you give chase is a dream you will never 
run down.
Dreams fell from your hands like the dust of a desert 
season.
My heart asks for you. These eyes see your pain.
Disappointment is the daily grind. One more fix, 
another failure, one more time.
Life is full of seasons – and all seasons must come to 
an end.
The lights in your eyes grow dim. This salt will never 
fill... the holes in your soul.
Sanctification is the death that every saint must live 
through.
A trial by fire burning from the inside out with Truth.
Hope fail and struggle still breaking your will against 
the will of God.
My heart asks for you. These eyes see your pain. My 
soul believes it’s true.
Playing mistakes of pleasure and pain. Grieve the 
spirit, the Blood cleanses in the end.
The lights in your eyes grow dim. This salt will never 
fill... the holes in your soul.
Memories like a wrong...a wrong number in a long line 
of dead men.
These ruined years, this wasted mind.
Your life and glory are worth more than you choose to 
know.
Humbled under the weight of a mighty hand, to be lifted 
up in due time truly stand.
That face used to have such zeal. My heart asks for 
you.
These eyes see your pain. My soul believes it’s true.