Empty spaces
What God gave us
Look what we have made
Endless chases
Fall from graces
Look how we create
When the son cried out
It erased my doubt
I could look at death and say
I don't fear you now
Cannot cut me down
Purest impulse begs to stay
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I might color outside the lines
Freedom comes in all sizes
But most tend to leave me low
Breaking all the walls I can find
I can't stand being confined
But I still need a home
When the son cried out
It erased my doubt
I could look at death and say
I don't fear you now
Cannot cut me down
Purest impulse begs to stay
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh