There I sat alone in the car

The weight of what you'd done all around me….

Looking out the window at starless skies

As I try to make sense of my life…

What am I doing here?

Am I living the life I am supposed to live?

Or am I making a mockery,

Of the vision God has given me?

I wonder through streets long forgotten

And see things wasted throughout the ages

I fight against the loss, and fear,

Of what I might find…

I remember the pain I was put through

When you left me broken,

On God's hallowed ground…

You claim you wished for it to end differently…

And I pray that is true…

For I am not through with you quite yet…

And here I sit alone in the car…

The weight of what you'd done all around me…