You came bearing scars and you walked right through the wood Showed up in a locked room, we knew you could If we'd been insane so, instead, we tried to hide Now I want to thrust my hand into your side Poke my finger into your prints How you've revealed yourself through all your dents What a giant difference today, we're so discrete Soon, we'll proclaim you boldly in the street We can't help it, we'll give voice to the word Making known all of the things we've seen and heard From self-conscious to the one who perceives All can be done for the person who believes Help my unbelief