Like dust 
I am lost in the world 
I thought that I 
Had a place 
Between the heavens 
And the earths 
Between the starred sky 

I feel the crunch of dirt 
I smell the scent of flowers 

My aimless feet 
To be in the world 
And not of it 
That's the aim of the pain 
That's the aim 

I'm sorry that there seems 
No happiness in life 
I'm sorry that there seems 
No one 

Passing streams 
Dying dreams 
There seems to be no joy 

You cannot see the ships sailing 
You cannot see the sails sailing 
Amassing was Christ 
Amassing as Christ 
Outstretched