I was away for a while But I'm hoping someday you'll forgive me Though I don't deserve it I'll cherish it well if you give me one of your new starts
Just one more last chance I swear that I'll earn it If you front me for now I'm good for it I swear I'm better now I swear
In earlier days, they'd persecute people They'd carry them off, and hobble their legs For lesser offenses, and how I have harmed you And still you allow me to walk free of pain
Though I punish myself I will never settle The debts I've incured for scorning the face Of absolute beauty, and measureless grace And though I once mocked you I'm dying to pay for it now I'm dying to pay for it now
So hand me the rocks to help weigh me down And tether my legs with a cord tightly bound To the end of an anchor thrown into the sound And test me to see if I will rise against the worst that it can get
I wasn't well for a while I savored the things that I knew were sure to destroy me And that seemed to hold me That seemed to carry me where I couldn't go On the strength of my own Well, I should've known That gets me nowhere I've learned that now I swear
In earlier days, they'd persecute people They'd carry them off, and hobble their legs For lesser offenses, and how I have harmed you And still you allow me to walk free of pain
Though I punish myself I will never settle The debts I've incured for scorning the face Of absolute beauty, and measureless grace And though I once mocked you I'm dying to pay for it now I'm dying to pay for it now, now, now
So hand me the rocks to help weigh me down And tether my legs with a cord tightly bound To then end of an anchor thrown into the sound And test me to see if I will rise against the worst that it can get
Well, I wasn't sure that I could Well, I wasn't sure that I could Well, I wasn't sure that I could
Compositor: Christopher Andrew Carrabba (Christopher Carrabba) ECAD: Obra #32836498