Broken ground beneath my feat, heaven sent my word,
And now he's here. Shattered demons on the walls,
God, I hope you hear my calls.
I am bending, I am waving
Like a limp tree in the August winds;
I am falling, I am praying,
Help me rid all of my sins.
I'm an angel, aren't we all, born not raised
But demons call. We lose the phrase.
I was pure, now I'm tarnished,
I am weary, I am varnished.
I am bending, I am listening.
Heaven above and below,
I look, I see the hatred closing in,
I'm a lost case, but I won't break.