Prayers, Not Made For Me Testo

Here, here I stand. Crown me the unborn king. Trust me, and make something with all that you are made of. Here, here I stood. Felt the collapse of divinity. Avoiding voids of thoughts we are free in our own hearts; complete it falls apart. There, there I see. Don't pray for me if your prayer is in disgust. Don't say it's too late for me. When I am waiting here to welcome thee; enemies once friends of mine. Refugees of the ground beneath your feet; disenchanted victims of history. Come walk with me.