I've searched for gold and I've longed for silver I've climbed the mountain for one glance of a jewel I won't be satisfied 'till i found what I've come for I won't be satisfied 'till I meet with you I felt the coal it burned on my lips Then there were diamonds you brought to my side And I'll be poor if it means I can find More of a passion for the secrets you hide Is there hope enough these days to forgive Someone like me? Is there grace enough these days to forgive Someone like me?