Disciple

I remember days gone by and what it was first like
To never think that it could end
Don't know what we were thinking
And I reflect upon that night
When we would breathe for the first time
To see the hands raised high to the One we'd give our lives
To this day, I wouldn't change a single thing
Except mistakes that separate
To feel again the reason in
What we give the part the role in which we live
I feel like something busting
Breaking out of its own skin