Here I Am - Hands

On my knees in the wreckage of a broken church

I couldn’t pull it together

How I want to believe that there’s a light

At the end of this continuous shadow

And as the feeling disappears, here I am

Are you here?

«Wake up my son.

Wake up my son

Why are you so afraid?»

Oh, God, I’m begging you now

Open up my eyes!