Like a cripple without his cane
Or a king without his throne
Heaven help me now
Lead me out of the darkness
That I may see the sun
Bless my heart and bless my soul
All that I’ve been given
I will give it all to you
Somebody break these chains
Wrapped around my heart
I will be redeemed at last
Everything is made complete
I have been told; stop doubting
Love saves me, saves all
It is finished
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 