What We're Here For
Matthew Tybor
I will sing and shout
if that's what you've asked for
And I will live life proud
shining your light on it
Crash
It's like a paperweight
fell from the clouds onto my head
without a touch of pain
And like a winner's crutch
it's just too much to take
I keep my vices in the closet
waiting for a chance to take
all that is left of me
And, I need to remember at times
That this head of mine
Well... it's not always screwed on right
I'm not always right
And I know what you promised
I'm completely aware
But I'm asking, Lord
I need to know
I just need to know
What we're here for
What we're made for
What we breathe for
What we bleed for
What are we here for?
I'm begging