The yearning desire to fulfill A well run dry, no drops left to spill Can hands shape meaning? Why are our hearts still beating? When purpose is fleeting, our fate becomes deceiving
Is life an eternal thirst? Dunes of sand hide the mirage of worth
Satisfy my heart My hands stretched higher and higher Spirit and Truth point to You Burn like fire, my desire
You are my desire
Holes in hearts long for more than just a person to fill our core
My soul has left me poor A beggar, vacant and torn Spirit and truth point to you, God come and make me new
You make me newTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
