Hello, my name is mud

I thought you might remember

I'm creation eight quadrillion and one

So long, it's been so long

since I became a member of a people with no sigh despite the sun



Shot down and built back up, process of repetition

Driving for days the odometer still says one

Sometime it seems everyone around me is so effortlessly much more than I 

could be

While I'm stuck in my infancy



I wanna be just like what I see

I want more

I still believe, I'll follor their lead

I want more



I know faith is from the heart, but when it's real you see it

The true saints always speaking with tongues of angels

Their hands raised in sung praise and tightly closed eyes

How long till the favor of God will be mine?



I wanna be just like what I see

I want more

I still believe, I'll follor their lead

I want more



I wanna be what You would have me be

I want more but only more of what You have for me

I can't believe they've taken my assurance from me

I want more

And they want more