There seems to be inside of menA sense of urgencynThat my walls are closing innThat my time is running outnMy hands are shakingnMy hands, my hands are shakingnAt the sudden realizationnthat I am more than flesh and bonenI'm getting more nervousnI'm getting more anxiousnAll I am is simple hands dying trying to make amendsnThey are scarred and they are blisterednRegardless I am relentlessnThe bleeding never endsnI am pressing on, but these are not my handsnnIf there is strengthnleft in these legs to runnI'm going to carry my glory to the rising sunnHave faithnprovidence will providennAll I am is a simple, subtle songnSinging into the windnalways believingnI am much too strong to ever stop repeatingnYet I stumble and I fallnI am only a collapsing wallnMy voice fails menI'm afraid to lift it upnI hear the silver sparrows singingnTomorrow morning is comingnWith its own set of troublesnBut there is light at the end of the tunnelnAnd it will be enoughnDon't you dare ever give upnnI don't know what tomorrow will bringnFrom the next to the next daynIt's starting to get to menIt's creeping up my spinennIf it's true heaven is on our sidenThere is nothing left for us to hidenWe will mount up with wings like eagles into the morning sky