We'll wear our hearts on our sleeve in hopes someone will believe
That our shallow existance is worth more then a beginning and an end Your abstract is a hollow impression of the lies you hold dear

Don't ask, don't tell We can only make believe

We are not our own, We are not alone
There is a world inside this world of unknowns

Look up
That's where you belong
This is so much bigger than something you had tried to live for

The gray trespasses into white until theirs no divine
You worship the external ignoring what you leave behind
We have all let imperfection suck us into the depths of inadequacy

Yet in all these things,
We are more than conquerors through Him, who loved us
For I am persuaded that neither death nor life can separate us from the love of God

Today is here, you are not promised tomorrow For what is your life?
It is but a vapor that appears for a little time then vanishes away

Everyone at their best state is but a vapor, our time is now

For what is your life?