Too Great Thy Gift

I'm freezing; I'm cold

I've fallen into this dark hole

Lights out; in darkness the fears unhold

Drown in waves of no meaning

Through the night I am screaming

Throw me a rope to hold

Empty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness I fall

If I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hills

Would it mend what's growing chill

How shall I act not to be wasting time

Only a spark; a spark to swift

Too great thy gift

I know not what mighty powers

Granted me this life

But your crown's a heavy load

Lost in this pantomime

I could scream; but noone would hear me

If I could only believe

Empty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness I fall

If I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hills

Would it mend what's growing chill

How shall I act not to be wasting time

Only a spark; a spark to swift

Too great thy gift

The madman's standing on the hill

Not hearing their laughs; to the sky he cries

You who gave me mind

I hail you, I cruse you

Hear me cry

Give me an answer; how shall I know

Which way to go

Through the road's ahead; too doubtful its bending

Stalling 'til death in fear of its ending

Empty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness I fall

If I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hills

Would it mend what's growing chill

How shall I act not to be wasting time

Only a spark; a spark to swift

Too great thy gift