[Verse 1: Joel Quartuccio]
As I pen these things, it might literally be all I have: ink on paper
Does any of this matter?
Then I'm reminded of what I've seen
The places I love and the people I've been
Only love could have brought me to this place
Holding in me a joyful heart, while spit covers my face
I've come to forgive those, who've wronged me
Knowing that they've helped make me, into
Exactly who You intended me to be

[Chorus]
I'm trying my best, to be a better man
Despite all my fears, I really am
I'm trying my best, I'm trying my best
To be a better man
Despite all my fears, I really am

[Verse 2]
I write these things to remind myself
That amidst this darkness
There still remains light, hope, and a perfect plan
For the first time in my life I am, writing for the sake of writing
Living for the sake of living
Loving for the sake of loving
And I'll live
So you can call this sort of life, a hopeless endeavour
That this tiny vessel could ever endure such violent weather
Call it pointless, I'll continue to carry out Grace nonetheless
I will scream it 'til my face is blue
There is a point to all of this, and it's always been You