The Beginning

<p>[Verse 1]<br/>I used to dream that I could fly<br/>Just above the whispered clouds<br/>Beneath the somber sky<br/>I had a dream I was alive<br/>I dreamt that love would never die, goodbye<br/>Dreams were cheap and hope was easy<br/>(So light)<br/>The forgeries of life deceiving<br/>(So bright)<br/>And as I glided to the ground<br/>(So long)<br/>Calcified, the concrete weighed me down<br/>(Cruel, cruel world)<br/><br/>[Chorus]<br/>Your wings are holding up the sky<br/>Dear God, I had dreamt that I could fly<br/>[Verse 2]<br/>Alkaline the burning frost<br/>Has blistered deep beneath my bones<br/>And winter spat its hatred<br/>Cold and coiled, black and deep<br/>As it called me ever further<br/>Where evil burns and never sleeps<br/>I once had prayers that found no words<br/>Fragile things I&#x27;ve never spoken<br/>Through my lips passed eulogies<br/>For all the oaths that I have broken<br/>Still the ghost of hope was haunting<br/>Through the dark to save the living<br/>And still beneath it all I dreamt<br/>That God could be forgiving<br/><br/>[Chorus]<br/>Your wings are holding up the sky<br/>Dear God, I dreamt that I could fly<br/><br/>[Bridge: Verse 1 of When I Survey the Wondrous Cross]<br/>When I survey the wondrous cross<br/>On which the prince of glory died<br/>My richest gain I count but loss<br/>And pour contempt on all my pride<br/>[Verse 3]<br/>I am the worst of all things here<br/>My crooked, black and lying heart<br/>Still spits its bitter fear, fear<br/>And each and every sparrow<br/>They flutter to the ground before they die<br/>So please God don&#x27;t forget me<br/><br/>[Bridge 2: Spoken]<br/>&quot;I have been with you all along, you have not noticed me&quot;<br/>Nervosa now felt more ashamed than ever before<br/>&quot;Why would you still care enough to save me<br/>Even after seeing the horrible things I have done?<br/>Why do you remain here even now?&quot; She asked, sobbing<br/>&quot;Because, here is where you are,&quot; the Lamb said softly<br/>&quot;And I long to be with you&quot;<br/><br/>[Bridge 3: From verse 3 of When I Survey the Wondrous Cross]<br/>See from His head, His hands, His feet<br/>Sorrow and love flow mingled down<br/>Did e&#x27;er such love and sorrow meet<br/>Or thorns compose so rich a crown?<br/><br/>[Outro: From verse 6 of When I Survey the Wondrous Cross]<br/>To Christ, who won for sinners&#x27; grace<br/>By bitter grief and anguish sore<br/>Be praise from all the ransomed race<br/>Forever and forevermore