All around the world people are trying.
Deserted souls cry to be filled.
Spirits left undone their hearts are hollow.
I can see, in their eyes, hollow lives.
And every heart, and every soul
And everybody`s got a god-shaped hole.
You may have tried to fill that hole inside
With an empty hand you reached in vain.
Substitutes don`t work, bandages only hurt.
The only thing that heals is the hand of god.