Sitting in the corner hes alone
Shutting everyone out he continues to get high
Everyone hates him and wants him gone
Hes so angry he dares them all to come on
Raising the alcohol to his lips he still drinks
And all he wants to do is no longer think
We*d is what he thinks will get him through
If only he would open his eyes from this haze
Then he would see the man waiting in front of him
The guys offering him his arm but hes too high to see it
He leaves out the door with anger and hostility in his eyes
Hes tough and no one can break him
But what they dont see behind his eyes is pain
He just wants Jesus but doesnt even know he can say His Name
Hes falling and he doesnt think he can turn back
His life is over and soon he knows he will be dead
Hes welcoming it, calling it...
He wont call Jesus because He is life
But he doesnt know how to call for help
Please, my friend, just call out to Jesus
Hes right in front of you offering His hand
All he needs is for you to take it
