I clung to miracles I have not seennFrom ancient signatures I cannot readnThough I've repented I'm still tempted I admitnBut it's not what bearing witness isnnTo full of fear and prophecy to seenThe revelation right in front of menSo sick and tired of trying to make the pieces fitncause it's not what bearing witness isnnWhen the gap betweennwhat I hoped would benand what is makes me weep for my kidsnI take a cleansing breath nand make a positive confessionnBut is that what bearing witness is?nnThough it may alienate your familynand blur the lines of your identitynLet go of what you know nand honor what existsnSon, that's what bearing witness isnDaughter, that's what bearing witness is