Moving Mountains

God, you took a lot from me
I don't ask for much,
Just a sense of security
And all I ever wanted
Was a minute of your time
Someday the trees will sing
A song of hope to bring a lovely winter morning
Where you and I are growing
Into an apple tree,
Where the sun will kiss our face
And we will grow
Just fall away
Just let it go
For you, oh
I'd run away
Cause you are something to hold on to,
A fault in the crust I fell through
You live, you learn, you love
Nothing will change what I'm made of