Glorious Unseen We Can Be Renewed
Without a word, pain comes quietly to earth. Without a sign, we're infected with the hurt. It's crazy how this life unfolds. It's crazy how much time can show. It's falling apart. What can I do after all that we've been through? What of the dreams I shared with you? Here's hoping that we can be renewed. Through all the questioning, I'm still discovering myself. In the processing, I wonder if there's something else that has a hold on me. What if we went back in time? Do you think we'd change our minds? Look what we've come through to overcome these things - from where we started and everything between. I won't abandon you. I don't have much to hold on to. It seems that you're so far away.
