| I remember days gone by and what it was first like
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| To never think that it could end
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| Don’t know what we were thinking
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| And I reflect upon that night
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| When we would breathe for the first time
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| To see the hands raised high to the One we’d give our lives
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| To this day, I wouldn’t change a single thing
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| Except mistakes that separate
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| To feel again the reason in What we give the part the role in which we live
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| I feel like something busting
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| Breaking out of its own skin
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| I feel this child escaping outside of the heart of an old man
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| I feel like something ripping and tearing off this callous
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| Revealing me I never want it to end
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| This old feeling we’re feeling again
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| Through seasons of it all, there were deserts that would fall
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| And there were peaks that we would climb
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| But in the valley’s where we shined
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| We couldn’t dream a better dream
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| The almighty call our name and do something with nothing
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| And I give purpose to this melody |