beautiful

Francesca Battistelli

As I lie in the desert
Longing to be picked back up
I lift my eyes to heaven
And I call your name aloud

Can you make it beautiful?
Can you help me love this place?
'Cause I feel inadequate
For the trial that I face

But I'd give all I know to be called a child of yours
Though it may cost my soul I can't think of wanting more
Wanting more

You're my cool refreshing fountain
When the desert air is warm
You're my tall and mighty mountain
In the middle of the storm

Can you make it beautiful?
Can you help me change my view?
'Cause I feel inadequate
But I feel much closer to you

And I'd give all I know, to be called a child of yours
Though it may cost my soul, I can't think of wanting more
And I would give all I know, to be called a child of yours
Though it may cost my soul, I can't think of wanting more

Can you make me beautiful?
Can you help me love this face?
'But I won't give up the race