I've got this story in my heart and it's become my song. And I can't help but sing. The cynics and the saints, the famous and unnamed. One day we will all fall before You, but I'm gonna bow today.
Mysterious, that's what I call You. I'm curious about You. I'm scared and not sure that You are safe. But Your eyes seem to say that You are good. . This is not a dream that I'm living.