Crucify me, on the waiting cross
Bind me, stone me, call it a loss
My need to save, my desire to steal
Your pain, your grief, your soul to heal

Tortured souls with broken hearts
With buried pain and rage off charts
Afraid of love, refusing to feel
The good, the bad, the unable to heal

I'm drawn to you, like moth to flame
Over and over, the patterns the same
Unable to help, unwilling to heal
Frustration and failure are all to real

With each soul I lose
This path that I choose
Becomes tangled with weeds
And unfulfilled needs
Unable to clear
And trembling with fear
I draw you near
To my heart so dear

Love me, hate me, just don't leave
To help you, to save you, to your soul I cleave
Whose pain do I feel, when I keen and cry?
What stops the desire to lay down and die?

Up on your cross, with hands and feet bound
I see far and wide, another is found
Resurrection, release me, again I will rise
Attempt to be savior, in my own eyes