In the state of cloud like water droplets
My soul was lost, blinded, cant find his way home
In the harsh wave of the ocean curse
My bones broke, and hurt by the stones.
In the emptiness of the night sky
My heart slowly bows and cries
In the sticky pit puddle of mud
The good has lost his heart gone mad.
I used to blame him and even hate
Years of misfortune and disgrace
But when i woke up, there was a light
there was a voice, whispers, get up!
My soul laid in a quiet meadow
the wind blows gently in face
And there, i found your amazing grace.