I lit a candle and placed it upon the stage in front of rows of picket fences and graves I traveled through valleys of pews and saw the don't's and the do's through sky blue eyes I dropped to my knees folded hands, scolded hands And I tried to part the seas and cross the sands, burning sands in my hair and in my eyes and in my heart and in my head I stop to shake it off and only hope that when I'm dead I'll be forgiven I saw the eternal flame fire burn through the forest choir and I listened to the cries through burning ears and burning eyes like a tolling bell at noon I dropped to my knees folded hands, scolded hands And I tried to part the seas and cross the sands, burning sands And you were always there for me as I was always told all that I could hope for was one day when I was old I'd be forgiven the day my boots lead me to the place where I hide nearly drowned, committing social suicide lost in the willows weeping lost in His book and His vague teaching my blood and body blurred the words I dropped to my knees folded hands, scolded hands And I tried to part the seas and cross the sands, burning sands And as the ink ran down the page I had to run away I've not looked back since then and I've done nothing to this day to be forgiven.