You’re building a ship with no sails
And setting out to brave the open seas
You’re standing for your God by becoming something so far off
Don’t you see the irony?

He gave me a train with no tracks
With no wood to build or burn for steam
Despite all I lack
If I derail he’ll turn his back
Don’t you see the irony?

If the blind can see you
And the lame can meet you
Will the dead embrace you if you never gave them the means to believe?
And that makes no sense to me

He gave me a voice that speaks out
But paired it with a mind that’s filled with doubt
If I’m to find the sun
I need something more than song to pull me from this cave of questioning

Give me sand to build a home
And watch all the walls fall on me
I can’t change what I am
Lions always kill the lambs
Don’t you see the irony?
Don’t you see the irony?

If the blind can see you
And the lame can meet you
Will the dead embrace you if you never gave them the means to believe?
And that makes no sense to me

Will I embrace you?
Will you ever give me the means to believe?
And some need… please.