Everything's gonna be alright now, everything's gonna be alright
I've been sleeping this whole time. I open my eyes and see you, falling, drowning under the water. You want to reach, I know you do. But you're afraid. You're afraid that you're not going to be accepted, that people are goig to judge you based on a past you couldn't control. I've offered my hand to you three times now, and you still won't take it. I know once you know Him you'll realize that you didn't have to put yourself through this. I know you will. So in the meantime, while you're struggling to keep your head above water, my hand will be outstretched; I'll be wishing, waiting, hoping you'll take it.