On my knees in the wreckage of a broken church. 
I couldn't pull it together. 
How I want to believe that there's a light, at the end of this continuous shadow. 
And as the feeling disappears, here I am. 
Are you here?
Wake up my son. 
Wake up my son. 
Why are you so afraid? 
Oh God, I'm begging you now! 
Open up my eyes!