Looking at life,
How quickly it passes,
Tired of those who sit on their asses,
Ignoring the messenger
And the message that is sent.
Looking back ten years later,
Wonderin’ just where he went!
Somewhere, someone cries to be free.
Somewhere
That someone,
That someone
Is me!
Hold on to those things
Precious in His sight.
Put your trust in your maker
For all shall turn out right!