What's to Be (feat. Amberly Winfrey, Terel Jamal Lynn & Atlys)

Vacant stares through stained-glass windows,

Watching as the years go flying by.

Patiently awaiting what's to come,

What never was and what was meant to be.

And though you're turning over every stone,

You're feeling like a blind man on a path unknown.

The search for guidance takes its toll,

When the sky you look to starts to cloud and you grow old.

They say, "I'll pray for you, oh child I'll pray for you."

They say, "I'll pray for you, I'll pray for you."

It's like a verse on Sunday morning,

When you're sitting in the back row once again.

And though you're going through the motions,

Quietly you're asking God to make amends.

That yellow seed seems extra small

When you're searching for an answer but you have no call.

They say, “I’ll pray for you.

I’ll pray for you.”

Church bells sing their deafening song,

Ain't it funny how something that chimes so beautiful never quite belongs?

A little Do-Re-Mi never really bugged me ‘til their music filled the air without a care,

Without a care.

Though you walk with no direction and your time is running low,

You've got no place to go.

And when you're chasing fading stars you know,

You'll find it hard to ever recognize you’re home.

They say, "I'll pray for you, oh child I'll pray for you."

They say, "I'll pray for you, I'll pray for you."

It's like a verse on Sunday morning,

When you're sitting in the back row once again.

And though you're going through the motions,

Quietly you're asking God to make amends.

That yellow seed seems extra small

When you're searching for an answer but you have no call.

They say, “I’ll pray for you.

I’ll pray for you.”