Who am I that I should not ire?
That I should not want to love.
You've been the same from what I can .
It's been a year and I haven't changed.
Dimmer lights search for the dark when they can't find rest for themselves.
I've searched through valleys and fought in cold.
But never found rest in me.
Eager eyes, would you lean in here?
Would you face your fears?
For I am convinced that it's love that you've shown me.
While I've tested seasons in search for your glory.
Ohhh.
Dimmer lights search for the dark when they can't find rest for themselves.
I've searched through valleys and fought in cold.
But never found rest in myself.
I have two bloody hands! (With scars that can prove.)
I tried to fight fears! (Instead I fought you.)
When will I learn? (Of all that I'm worth?)
More than I'm told! (More than I've heard.)
This is the process, the process! The Process of finding who I am.
Finding who I am. Finding who I am.