You woke me up in the morning   To say, "He is risen."   And I replied with a smile,   "He is risen indeed."   And somehow you always leave the room   Alive with truth and beauty   And carry yourself like you know   That it's all just a matter of time      I said, "But maybe I'm too far down this time."   "Too proud to hope too weak to climb."   But you just pierce through me with eyes   And I know I'm done      And I can   And carry yourself like you're sure of it   Like the stitches dissolved   And the wounds all heal in time   Your words are giants next to mine   And your thoughts are giants      I only hope that someday   I might resemble you in   Even the smallest way   I only hope that   You can be proud of me