Tekstovi: Grand Prize. Identity. Point Of View.

It's going to be easier, it's going to be over
It's going to be lighter, the pain will cease
You lift me up when I'm falling down
You bring me peace when there's
none to be found

The chains are tight they hold me still
While round and round I go
on this carrousel
The anchor has been set in stone
This world cries out it won't leave me alone

It's going to be easier, it's going to be over
It's going to be lighter, the pain will cease
It's crystal clear who I need to fear
Teach me as Your presence draws me near