"…and she knows how to believe in futures…"—Flyleaf, 'Fully Alive'

Enslaved to his every lustful whim
Her colorless eyes continued to dim
She once adored and worshipped him

She learned to hate his lies
She saw herself die
He didn't hear her cry

But then He came and stirred her heart
She saw once more that she was blessed art

He restored the loving hope he destroyed
All his empty promises crashed and burned
All those words rang useless in the void
She ran to the God for whom she yearned

The mortal phantom vanished
As she so long had wished
Grace rained from the sky
Color splashed into her eyes

Never again to face the grave
His mercy is always there to save

(She can believe in futures
In Him, she is secure)