I must confess at times I feel so alone
A cosmic spec trapped in time in this big universe
From dust I came, to dust I'll go
Sometimes I wonder, would history had ever known?

I fear... You know. I feel that You will never let me go

Could it be that the Creator fashioned me inside my mother?
Could it be that God, You knew me before You made this world?
Sometimes I start to wonder,
who is man that You are mindful of someone as small as me?
Sometimes I start to wonder,
who is God that He is mindful of someone as small as me?

I'm afraid of being open. I'm afraid of what's inside
I'm afraid that You'll uncover the fears I try to hide
Can I be fully transparent? Can I be frank with You?
Well I know I am transparent; it's my heart you see right through