Pride is on the other side My focus seems to slip Won't you show me Burning out, I've tried to hide I only lose my grip Won't you hold me Oh Lord Won't you take this mortal man And make him something good Oh Lord By Your blood and by Your hand You take the old and make it new Born into a broken life Empty thoughts and words The therapy just suits the crime I manifest my hurt Won't you hold me Fading like the passing time Forgetting all the promises you told me Oh Lord Won't you take this mortal man And make him something good Oh Lord By Your blood and by Your hand You take the old and make it new I seem to close the door again I'm turning back to everything I'm trying to forget