I'm standing in the place, where they put you down.
I can still hear your voice, I miss your sounds.
Right now you have nothing to fear.
Well, I'm looking around, you see your house from here.
If I'm going insane, I know it wont be that hard.
I hope your listening to me, I'd like to show you my 
scars.
When I'm falling away, I'm barely listening.
I dream to look at your face and pass the time.
And Jesus who hast said, 'Only ask and it shall be given 
to you.'
Well, take this cross that I bear, I'd rather jump in her 
arms.
Hope you're listening to me, I'd like to show you my 
scars.
If it's something for you that I left behind,
It's the middle of me that I can't find.
These flowers I took from God's shaking hands, put them 
next to your
name and let them lie where I stand.
If there was such a time I could ever restore, I'd have 
you back here with me, please listen to me Lord.