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the wind whips through my hair
as i still stand staring there
staring through my sightless mind's blind eye
i've just been showed my life
and it cuts through my like a knife
to see the painful mess that i've made
the voice of god on high fills my mind
he says, 'you're done, now look behind... and i'll show you
a picture of your life as it might've been
my spirit shines through you like a bright beacon
you lived in a cold dark world, yet you chose to waste your time - you were so blind
the wind begins to wane
as my dream begins to fade
to leave me cold and scared, but not alone
my mind has seen a dream
and my heart has heard an echo
of what the love of god can do through me
now when my faith fails or fades
he recalls to me that day
i saw my tears roll down the rearview mirror
the voice of god on high fills my mind
he cries, 'live for real, there's still time... and i'll help you
to live as if each day were the very last
to grab ahold of love, and to hold it fast
the world is dark and cold, but in you - there is love