Count the cost Reckon all things as loss

A little bit hole;
A little bit foretaste

I came back again to where I cradle
On the things that i think satisfies me

Still lingering on the things
That we used to be
We thought
Will satisfies us

For I have see my self in vanity;
Even myself itself,

But this mysterious Person within;
makes my life meaningful and wonderful.

I have nothing to tears

I gave up all my burden and distress

That i can smile with sorrows sans

And count all things as loss

Left all behind the weighty things I bear;
Cause I know I can't do all things by my self.