IÔÇÖm not looking over and IÔÇÖm not looking under
IÔÇÖm looking upward and IÔÇÖm moving onward
To a place where they cry holy
And the greatest man bows lowly
From the wonder of a father crying out
Come now letÔÇÖs reason together
Come now where blood turns to wool
Come now where fire is the measure
Come now where fools turn to gold
Now IÔÇÖm moving slower and it takes a little longer
But IÔÇÖm healing deeper and IÔÇÖm feeling stronger
ItÔÇÖs tearing down defenses and opening my senses
To the wonder of a lover crying out
Come now letÔÇÖs reason together
Come now where blood turns to wool
Come now where fire is the measure
Come now where fools turn to gold
