Though a rich man's heir, or a pauper's son
Underneath the cross we shall all be one
When the days shall wane, and the season's growing late
We'll stand at morning's gate

At the potters wheel, in the sculptors hand
We are being shaped for a better land
Where the winters chill, is the summers warming sun
and Life has just begun

Through a veil of tears, we have run the course
Thirsting for the well, of the purest source
Not the bitter taste, of the ground in which we're laid
For all have been re-made.
Alt. More Words Than Known

Here I am I’m alive again, still wondering who
Out the window the sun shines in, saying give it a try
I take it all and then I give it back,
and it never seems to go away,
it's a promised day, a long promised day

We have not always been so blind, long ago we could see
Was a time we could take it all, rooted deep like a tree
Now I watch as it comes falling down,
and it seems there's little else to do,
is it the same for you? The same for you.....

Underneath this veneer it lies, taking toll of the time
Till' you see it for what it is, with no reason or rhyme
How strange it is just to die to live,
and it never ever goes away,
it's a promised day (a long promised day)

Help me live my life again