My soul awaits hope, for my wounds to heal. My soul awaits hope, for my wounds to heal.

Draped in white from cap-a-pie, An incarnation of peace and content, Draped in white from cap-a-pie, An incarnation of peace and content,

And much more perfection. And much more perfection.

Who lived without a home for too long a time Has the audacity to make one Who lived without a home for too long a time Has the audacity to make one

Salvation is in the hand of God Shelter lies dormant onto it's beckoning plow Salvation is in the hand of God Shelter lies dormant onto it's beckoning plow

I want to soar high and circle the sky as if I own it I want to soar high and circle the sky as if I own it