Lyrics
I came into the world, into the wild
No place for a child
Used my voice to howl
With the ghouls of night
In the dying light
Had to learn to get what I need
In the dark, empty
Instincts are guiding me
Like a beast to some blood
And I can’t get enough
I’m losing control; my body, my soul
Are slowly fading away
But I’m ready now
To feel the power of change
I’m my mother’s child
I’m my father’s son
It took me awhile
But my time has come
To be born again
Running scared in between what I hate
And what I need
Savior and enemy are both trying
To take my soul
And I can’t hide no more
Stumble out to the light
Raise my fist up to fight
Then I catch your eye
So full of love
Lord, what have I done?
I cry at your feet, wounded for me
And all of the monsters and men
But here in your light
We can begin again
I’m my mother’s child
I’m my father’s son
It took me a while
But my time has come
To be born again
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Meaning & Inspiration
Born Again traces a movement from instinct, fear, and spiritual exhaustion toward confession and renewal. The opening images present a person shaped by darkness and driven by desires that never satisfy. As control slips away, the lyric turns toward the possibility of change, using the language of new birth to describe a life that can begin again rather than remain captive to old patterns.
The second half brings that struggle into the light of Christ. The wounded Savior is encountered with love rather than condemnation, and the response is grief over sin at his feet. This imagery aligns closely with the Christian teaching that new birth comes from God and creates a new life. The repeated family language also gives the refrain a sense of recovered identity: the speaker remains a son and a child, yet now reaches the moment of spiritual rebirth. Darkness, conflict, mercy, and transformation meet in a confession that hope begins in the presence of Christ.
Related Scripture
- John 3:3 Jesus teaches that a person must be born again to see the kingdom of God.
- 2 Corinthians 5:17 Life in Christ is described as a new creation in which the old has passed away.