Thomas
Singer, sweet singer – hey, write me a song;
One that sinks deep in a world that's gone wrong;
Singer, sweet singer – my soul has run dry;
Singer, sweet singer – so hurt I can't cry.Sometimes the sadness is so full of pain,
I stumble forward on outside the same,
’Cept on the inside this hole in my heart
Moves to the outside, still feelings won't start.Numbness, O numbness, protecting my mind,
Shielding from sight in a way that is kind;
Numbness, O numbness, I know you will pass,
Leaving me facing the loss of my lass.Father, O Father, who lost your own son,
Through it salvation and victory won;
But who can fathom the pain in your heart?
Hard enough for those who watched Him depart.Singer, O Singer, please play me at tune –
Softly with notes bringing hope in this gloom;
Sun is now setting with dark coming nigh,
Sing me a song, for my heart cannot cry.navigation