I am Nothing

I stutter when I try to speak the language of life
I want to shout out loud, but I just cry inside
Sometimes it feels so holy; sometimes so absurd
So who am I to try and put that into words?
I am nothing, but the angels sometimes whisper in my ear
Yeah, they tell me things and then they disappear
Though I am nothing, I sometimes like to make believe I hear
I stumble when I try to walk the straight and narrow
I’ve heard it said, God’s eye is on the lowly sparrow
Who, in spite of everything, will sing for all he’s worth
You know, sometimes I feel exactly like that bird
I am nothing, but the angels sometimes whisper in my ear
Yeah, they tell me things and then they disappear
Though I am nothing, I sometimes like to make believe I hear
Yeah
Oh
Oh
I am nothing
I am nothing
I am nothing