No I would not have though of this
Though I admit there was evidence
Surely not enough to convince
That a man was not his own
And there was more that day to day
How there can be a promise of hope
And healing that the soul might live again
Never would've thought it could be
Until it took hold of me, hold of me
It took the race of one living
Now as I look at these pages
I see a story told in whole
Not just segments or phrases
And now a man was not his own
And there was more that day to day
How there can be a promise of hope
And healing that the soul might live again
Never would've thought it could be