I am sick; tried not to show it,
I pray to God that no one has noticed,
What has crawled into my bones, made me brittle, made me old?
I grow weaker day by day,
My face is pale, my hair turns grey,
Hard to find the joy that I once knew.
All of my dreams are about God,
When I dream about God,
When I dream it's about God.
Confusion is my enemy,
Restore my soul of faith from reasoning.
I grow weaker day by day,
My face is pale, my hair turns grey,
Hard to find the joy that I once knew.
All of my dreams are about God,
When I dream about God,
When I dream it's about God.
Jesus, save me from obscurity; from the hour, moment of grief.
I grow weaker day by day,
My face is pale, my hair turns grey,
Hard to imagine the boy that I once knew.
All of my dreams are about God,
When I dream about God,
When I dream it's about God,
All of my dreams are about God,
When I dream about God,
When I dream it's about God.
