I am weary and useless My body has been beaten and broken by the storm I need Your hands to carry me Because I don't know if I can make it home And my heart starts to wonder Will I feel the warmth of Your fire again? Or am I lost forever? Will I suffer until the end? I can see my breath I feel the chills up and down my spine I'm trying to fan the flames This fire has already died My hands can't stop shaking I'm so ashamed of what I've done I'm begging you to guide my way And bring me in out of the cold The isolation kills me I can feel these walls closing in The embers in my heart are dying I can't keep them lit I felt so empty I couldn't help but run What good could I do With all the damage I have done? Can this fire be saved or is it too late?