Weak
I'm weak But I didn't know how much Everyone has some weakness I have a fair share of it How could I imagine That I could be so weak That requires you to die I'm poor But I didn't know how much I never beg for food Times I feel empty inside I don't have all I want But why should someone die As a ransom for my sins I'm lost Clueless of what's to come What's my life's purpose? Who knows the future anyway But why should the King of Heaven Disrobe himself of his glory And come calling me home