Empty Spaces

Empty spaces
What God gave us
Look what we have made
Endless chases
Fall from graces
Look how we create

When the son cried out
It erased my doubt
I could look at death and say
I don't fear you now
Cannot cut me down
Purest impulse begs to stay

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

I might color outside the lines
Freedom comes in all sizes
But most tend to leave me low
Breaking all the walls I can find
I can't stand being confined
But I still need a home

When the son cried out
It erased my doubt
I could look at death and say
I don't fear you now
Cannot cut me down
Purest impulse begs to stay

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh