There seems to be inside of me   A sense of urgency   That my walls are closing in   That my time is running out   My hands are shaking   My hands, my hands are shaking   At the sudden realization   that I am more than flesh and bone   I'm getting more nervous   I'm getting more anxious   All I am is simple hands dying trying to make amends   They are scarred and they are blistered   Regardless I am relentless   The bleeding never ends   I am pressing on, but these are not my hands      If there is strength   left in these legs to run   I'm going to carry my glory to the rising sun   Have faith   providence will provide      All I am is a simple, subtle song   Singing into the wind   always believing   I am much too strong to ever stop repeating   Yet I stumble and I fall   I am only a collapsing wall   My voice fails me   I'm afraid to lift it up   I hear the silver sparrows singing   Tomorrow morning is coming   With its own set of troubles   But there is light at the end of the tunnel   And it will be enough   Don't you dare ever give up      I don't know what tomorrow will bring   From the next to the next day   It's starting to get to me   It's creeping up my spine      If it's true heaven is on our side   There is nothing left for us to hide   "We will mount up with wings like eagles into the morning sky"