Is it just me, or is this truly what I see
The walls of this world, so plain.
For everyday is like a recycle
That we walk as a routine again.
Smiles are displayed on every faces
Or is this just a complex way
To scream and yell a silent cry of help
Finding the one that sees the crumbles
left hidden deep in our core.
Lord won't You come down again
Or at least let your mercy fall
Gather the filthy dust in us,
transform them into beautiful blossoms
So that we may give one out everyday
To let them smile of your great love
Fill us anew with your living water
Wake us up from what we're deceived in
Break the walls and let us see beyond,
Let our knees not fall but only at Your feet.
Paint our lives with colours so that I may know
That the world is not plain, and it has no walls.
For I am desperate.
I am dry.
This is my cry.
