For Good

A hot and humid Sunday

Faces, faces everywhere

Then a face, I remember my face years ago

Such fearMany psychic scars

In just his short few years

In the noise of his silence he ran away from the violence

To healBut this is my day

And I can dream above the buried cry

Cause I've got something better

And it might just be my own

For GoodBut this is my day

And I can see the wreckage in my head

But it's not the same

Cause I transform the pain