To say, "He is risen."
 And I replied with a smile,
 "He is risen indeed."
 And somehow you always leave the room
 Alive with truth and beauty
 And carry yourself like you know
 That it's all just a matter of time

 I said, "But maybe I'm too far down this time."
 "Too proud to hope too weak to climb."
 But you just pierce through me with eyes
 And I know I'm done

 And I can
 And carry yourself like you're sure of it
 Like the stitches dissolved
 And the wounds all heal in time
 Your words are giants next to mine
 And your thoughts are giants

 I only hope that someday
 I might resemble you in
 Even the smallest way
 I only hope that
 You can be proud of me