Someone

Though he's growing daily
Though his patience multiplies
The slightest things still set him off

And he throws it all away
For what good reason

I'm toiling in the undergrowth
Haunted by a friendly ghost
Wishing to be free of what I need
And yet despite the pain I deal with more than I value what I've got
And yet seem so lonesome

Yet I caught a glimpse of what could be
For in giving self up, I am free
Free to face the ruins of despair
Free to make a tragedy repair
At my calling

(I am tired of this)
(Hold on penance)
Lord, I know my table ( I can't [?])
Is prepared (you can't [?])
How long can I go on wanting more?
[?] is a road leading to your door
Ohhhhhh-I (Ahhhh)

Oh and I don't want to heal before a glimpse
And then soon again I value my mortality
I've only just begun to become free through this [?]
And love [?]