Here I stand,    In this place,   Sundried salt stains on my face.   Always You.   Never Me.   This is where I gotta be.      In Your name there is a song I sing,   But the melodys escaping me.   You will always be a mystery,   You will always be a mystery.      God,   This is where I gotta draw the line,   And tell you how I feel because its time,   To crawl into the hands that tore my skies.   Brightblur.