Here I stand, empty hands
Wishing my wrists were bleeding, to stop the pain...
There You stood, holding me
Waiting for me to notice You
You are the Truth outscreaming these lies
You are the Truth, saving my life
The warmth of Your embrace
Melts my frostbitten spirit
You speak the truth and I hear it
My hands are open, and You are filling them
Hands in the air... and I worship
- Flyleaf, "Red Sam"
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