We're empty pages in a book
Yet to be defined
38, I'm a child
Still laughing and blind
To the world
It carries on like the tide
Remembering those who died
They're greater than I
Oh, what I could have been
...if only...
My father, he made me
My mother, she prayed for me
Under the Glory of God, Almighty
Pleading for color
The pages sing to me
I finally draw my sky
For all to see
Should Christ have refused the cross?
Endless angels, they burn my rest...
Only God knows my name
...so sad
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