Who am I but just a man
Silly grain amongst a multitude of diverse sands
Good that I do, powered elsewhere
My efforts alone insufficient I’m aware
I that I am, not even me
With mercy and grace, a dead man breathes
Never works alone boy you better believe
Touched the looking glass like Neo
On the other side empowered by a trio
I feel a new global sunrise from North Carolina to Rio
Proverbs eighteen sixteen for sure
Gifts provided by God ensure a prosperity tour
Physical or spiritual cup running over if I endure
To the world, I’m useless and poor
Not much to look at or read so they’re bored
I’m switching feet yeah Switchfoot under the floor
Plain human far from alone anymore.
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