The chair that I'm sitting on doesn't seem to emit the heat like when you were here with me.
While in the shadows resting on my arms,
the Sun's rays are everywhere except around me.
But hey,
The Sun is present but I'm not ceasing the chance to get into the path of it's rays.
I'm being stubborn yet again and expecting it to come to me.
Stubborn,
A person whom neglects others and goes on with his work although he's wrong.
A person who does not think about his benefits but only about his self image,
and in the end will suffer the most.
What a word... to describe me.
My Soul is ringing,
My Heart is dry but still I'm singing
My Mine is out but still I'm thinking
My Legs are tired but still I'm running
My Eyes are fine but still I'm crying.

So if God has faith in me, Why dont I have the same faith in him?
Faith as small as a mustard seed can move mountains,
a mustard seed, if it were that easy,
everywhere in the world mountains would be moving already,
Oceans will be parting
Clouds will be falling along with the stars
Trees will be dancing
Dogs will be flying
and I wont be suffering.

I'm TRYING to put my faith in you.
empasis on TRYING.