With my arms wide,
Though it's not mine.


Father,
You said you loved me,
But I can't see what we've become as we've grown.


You rest above me,
Where light is growing,

And I am alone.

I wish you'd see this and you'd think,

Of times we never shared,
Without a doubt, I'm lost without,
The loving arms of which you bear.


Like chasms that form across the land,
That goes unseen,

I lose myself in loving who I,
Close my eyes to see.


My arms are above me,
There's nothing in me.
Just like you have done,

I'm broken in me.

Cause nothing is real,

There's nothing to hold.
I'm broken in me.


With my arms wide,
Though it's not mine.


Tell me,
How could you leave me?
Was I not worthy,

Of time that you hold?

Your son is molding.

No longer holding,
Two hands as he grows.


What is left in life to live,
When what you live's a lie?
Everything is leaving me,

And everyone is passing by.

What is it in the heart I hold,

That bleeds in me?
I've opened up my arms to life,
But drowned in misery.


My arms are above me,
There's nothing in me.

Just like you have done,
I'm broken in me.


Cause nothing is real.
There's nothing to hold.
I'm broken in me.


With my arms wide,
Though it's not mine.