I can barely keep my grip on what�s real
Existential messages circle me
Wall�s fall to dust around me and I sit
And stare at what has become of my life.
Holes in my heart let the water pour in
The well of my soul dries and I come close
To the edge of my temporal life time
Continuums come to infinite end
And then I open my eyes and the world
Shines with the bright glow of amazing grace
The holes fill, the wells full and I see you.
