Where our thoughts are, there we'll live Whether it be misery or joy Both of which life freely gives (both of which life freely gives) Languish in the mire of the past or steel our resolve And leave the darkness at our back
Stand firm in the face of our sins Owning up to all of it Self-aware Forgiving our shared part in it Regret and death could never win Self-aware
Forgiving our shared part in it Regret and death could never win
A simple laying down of pride Could spring a well of new Life, but still we stay obstinate Clenching our fists tight We clench our fists tight If the past be our only present Then so becomes our future Stained black with resentment Infected from picking at the sutures
Forgiving our shared part in it Regret and death could never win
Where our thoughts are, there we'll live Whether it be misery or joy Both of which life freely gives (both of which life freely gives) If the past be our only present Then so becomes our future Stained black with resentment Infected from picking at the sutures
Infected from picking at the sutures
Character actors Writing our own screenplays Stopping to wonder Why are all their roles all the same...