speak of regretting and all the risk we take. speak to the morning and when our eyes awake. the patterns are completing, the men they say we are, but as the sun is setting I'll answer in the dark. when the world sings of all its trouble and i hear all about its pain, i'll listen in for its groans are not in vain. it's hard to remember how these dreams were made when all the reasons and all the rules have changed. there's healing in His voice and freedom in The Name. these misunderstandings we give up all the same.