A ratio: My heart, my soul to yours. I feel so empty. I rob myself of abundant wealth in You. It's dark tonight, do I qualify for Your Light? I see you, I feel you, I know you are there. What I need is a modified version of me. Tonight I'll pray myself happy despite...all this pain. I've come expecting, not rejecting, in spirit and in truth, I will worship you regardless of hindrance. My hope my joy, I'll spread my wings and fly. I'll delight in the sight of an empty grave and a promise that you are my God. This skin fits so tight, my spirit seeks release, but until then, I will fight the good fight.