I was born in Good Friday, made upon waters Tested in fire, chased by my Demon
Ideals so bright when you are young So easily destroyed when you're undermined
The fire's still burning inside my heart some lessons in living once tore it apart
But now I'm healed, the scar tissue holds Little knots and stitches have made it strong Return to the sea, as my life unfolds I can follow my will, now, and nothing is wrong
Will I be happy at the time of my dying? Will it be easy or will I be crying?
I am standing in between death and the living Respecting traditions, giving them meaningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
