To offer up a word of hope

this silence calls for peace

to point the heart to a place of shelter

will the cold wind ever cease? 



Content to walk in fallen tracks

and step on rungs unseen

to only finish at the top

to fulfill at vacant dream



CHORUS: 



Can I yield to you today

or like Judas do I sell my faith away

I reach into my pocket

to find my selfish gain

and open my fists to find only 30 silver coins



Uncertainty breeds confusion

as the blind follow the blind

and stumble into the quicksand

that slowly drags me in



I ride off to the east

hoping to greet the sunset

but my shadow grows, consumes my goals

and wrestles my riches away



CHORUS



BRIDGE:



Are these things worth it?

Will they manage to stay?

Will I let your love cover me

or wait 'til these possessions begin to decay?