And all the roads we have to walk are winding.
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding.
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how...
N'oubliez jamais, -
I heard my father say:
Every generation has it's way
A need to disobey.
I did not run to you,
Lost on my road of ruin
I did not run to you,
In my Godless run.
Long had I gone to be
A slave to my eyes,
Lost at that cross to kneel
Amazing grace saved my life...
No, I cannot breath no more,
No, I cannot breath no more,
No, I cannot feel for sure.
No, no I cannot breath no more.
Oh how long, Lord?
Did I kneel at the crossroads and run!
Oh, bow down now,
My king, my God, I come!
Love will creep where it may not go.