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• Artiste: BEAM
• Titre: Renaissance
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Sometimes in our ignorance, we forget what things are real Searching for our innocence, we forget what things to feel We're all alone at sea sometimes, looking back without regret Reminded of the past sometimes, remembering to not forget Perfection can never be achieved Unless we learn how to forgive Through His death we learned to believe Through His life we learned how to live The Golden Son blows a silver breeze Through my copper sails And His water sets me free A renaissance of life occur s As the horizon fades into me Renaissance, renaissance Renaissance, renaissance Sail away but not too far Don't be scared to return Understanding who we are Through our mistakes we learn Sometimes the water may get rough Sometimes the water may surround But sometimes are never always enough There's always time to find higher ground The Golden Son blows a silver breeze Through my copper sails And His water sets me free A renaissance of life occurs As the horizon fades into me Renaissance , renaissance Renaissance, renaissance Ignorance, angel, faith, heaven, atrocity Beauty, promise, truth, sorrow, tears, hate, forgiveness Questions, learn, believe, breathe, night, strength, universe Answers, pain, fight, flight, guilt, joy, ignominy Silence, time, rain, peace, life, color, family How can we believe but still not see? Ignorance, angel, faith, heaven, atrocity Beauty, promise, truth, sorrow, tears, hate, forgiveness Questions, learn, believe, breathe, night, strength, universe A nswers, pain, fight, flight, guilt, joy, ignominy Silence, time, rain, peace, life, color, family How can we believe but still not see? That sometimes the water may get rough Sometimes the water may surround But sometimes are never always enough The re's always time to find higher ground The Golden Son blows a silver breeze Through my copper sails And the water sets me free A renaissance of life occurs As the horizon fades into me Renaissance, renaissance Renaissance, renaissance