What do you hear, what do you see, and is it what you dreamed it'd be? We miss your smile, we miss your song, but we all know that now you're home...
I want to know the day when every knee shall bow I want to see the reasons that I can't understand now I know I'm not home, but I'll do my best, keep pressing on Until that day I see your face...
Do you have time to remember moments that we shared together? And when I cry are you aware, and does God let you hear my prayers?
