What i thought precious for my heart to keep
I heard you said let go
Decide for yourself which to throw
Teach me to surrender
All these rusted crowns and faded jewel
And this fool's gold i'm holding
That only keeps my hands burning
A less than 180 degree turn
Will not bring you to your glorious endings
It will only put you into
A thousand times ten cycle
Of tiring meaningless chasing
Lord, teach me surrender
Accept my burnt hands again
Cleanse them because that is all i have to offer
Fill my empty heart with your love
That alone can satisfy..
