I love, sometimes I don't know why
I feel, so much that I can't cry
I think, too much time to think
about who is out there with me.
Why, why do I know what I know
why this kid has to somehow grow
into a man that lives up to his words
and still wonder who's with me.
But when the burden is too easy to ignore
and my essence has washed up dead on the shore
who's left? When I have nothing at all?
Who's left?
Mother, God, my brothers? Who's left?
Will you lift me when I fall?
Can you lift me when I fall?
She left me, they all left me
indifference and apathy.
So now I stand alone today
and wonder in some wishful way
that maybe you would join me but you won't.
Lonely as I stand
with a choice in each one of my hands
and when my house crumbles and no one comes around
I contemplate destruction, still and without a sound.
Now I'm alone! The burden can't be ignored
and my essence is ressurected and walking on the shore.
When my life was total shit and had no ground support, who was left?
When it all came down to this who was left?
Nobody! Nobody!
Mother you wish you could lift me
and brothers, do you even care?
Not one...not one in flesh offered me rest
but one in blood was able to get me passed the test.
And when I am a worn and broken man
who will pick me up and take me by the hand?
He will! He has! He is!
Who's left? It's Him, He will lift me when I fall.
He can lift me when I fall.
He's the only thing that left for me at all.
And you ask me how I know....because I feel Him in my heart.