You woke me up in the morning

To say, "He is risen."

And I replied with a smile,

"He is risen indeed."

And somehow you always leave the room

Alive with truth and beauty

And carry yourself like you know

That it's all just a matter of time



I said, "But maybe I'm too far down this time."

"Too proud to hope too weak to climb."

But you just pierce through me with eyes

And I know I'm done



And I can

And carry yourself like you're sure of it

Like the stitches dissolved

And the wounds all heal in time

Your words are giants next to mine

And your thoughts are giants



I only hope that someday

I might resemble you in

Even the smallest way

I only hope that

You can be proud of me