What's the sense, if you keep on asking me "Where Are You?"
Where's the change if you have to see to believe? "Who are you?"
Long lived is the struggle to live on feelings
The senses are the cancer that come between us
Faith in the unseen is true belief
Blissful is to close our eyes and just believe.
Those days were different than ones before
Days when, Jesus was walking on Earth
No need to explain it further than this
If we just close our eyes then we will see.
Now we believe in what we cannot see
You waited for this
If we believe we can see it come to be
Believe, believe in what we cannot see