not many people remember
that night late in december
i lift my head; look up at the sky
and see a million stars lighting up like fireflies
last time i checked it was colder
kicking people out of the inn with a cold shoulder
i lift my head; step into the night
watching shepherds gather to see this life
growing up to save the world
nothing too big to keep you from opening these doors
tearing down old walls
nothing too mean to keep you from dying for all
it's not the tears that you shed when we turned away
it's the drops of sweat and the heavy weight of your love
that lead me to be where i am today, thank you for the blood
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