Seasons change, days cave in
I long for where I've been
As I remember, the past moves in
I feel the weight of sin
So do I need to push?
Or maybe I should pull?
And do I need run or walk slow?
Will this be steady?
All my days, will my flesh roll away?
Is there salvation,
in the hands of man?
Have I done all I can?
Or do I need to push?
Or maybe I should pull?
And do I need to run or walk slow?
There's a feeling I can't do this on my own
But could my heart be where it needs to go?
So I won't have to push,
and I won't need to pull.
And I won't have to run or walk slow No, I don't. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
There's a feeling I can't do this on my own.

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