not in the running, but this rain is nothing new to me anyway.    i see my reflection, no where near who i should be.    the spirit is willing, but the anchors of my flesh still hold me down.    with every distraction, i lose more of who i should be...      how many times to try, before i realize,   the flaws in my design make me have to ask why...    why'd you make me so weak?    i tried, but i'm incomplete.    is there this all there is, all there is to me?      how many chances at redemption do i think i'll ever get?    i keep changing my rhythms, for a shot at something more.    miracles happen, so why do i feel like i've been left behind?    is it in my nature to look for what i can't find?      i should be a better man.    is this all there is?    i can pick myself up again.    is this all there is?    i hope that one day i'll make up then   but right now, this is all there is to me      no matter how i pray, i will never be complete   cause right now, this is all there is to me