To see a story carved that has not yet been

Press onward to glory, or climb back in our graves

I called out for my Savior Bare skinned with a broken heart.

To sing is to share, and to sing is to be

And in all of my heartbreak You're as close as my next breath

I was thrust in your arms before my name was in ink.

They sing of a Guide with flame in His eyes

Come one, come all, to the Banquet Hall To hear of the Risen King

You waited for me at the well.

I feel like I'm at the edge of an abyss One step more and I'll free fall, hoping to land on my feet