I can't believe, how I've wasted
all of those years.
I can't believe that I cried
so many tears.
If my sorrow could be measured
by the tears that I cried.
There'd be an ocean from where I stand
and it'd reach to the other side.
But now,
Jesus I'm an open book.
Won't you read every page of my heart?
Jesus won't you take a look?
And help me find a brand new start.
I can't believe, how I need you.
To straighten out my life.
I can't believe, how I want you
to take away this strife.
If my wanting could be measuered
by the reaching of my heart and mind.
You know I'd easily, reach around the world
until your love I'd find.
