looking back I kind of sensed my story
the sparkles of my heart were stuck like glue
I colored way outside the lines
elated that I'd have to find
my own way, not be tied to something blue.

seems like choosing all the safe things,
all the things that make most sense,
cannot be right without the input of the heart
soon broken hearted it would seem
I had to run, forget the dream
into the arms of what felt safe back at the start.

Well let the day begin
flow in
morning sun light up the darkness
and clear away the past
let the love flow in
flow in
let it wash the sleeping sadness
maybe this time make it last.

and maybe life has not turned out the way I wanted,
although both careful and adventurous, I've tried,
my youthful zest for life has left me haunted,
by shattered dreams, the very thing which was denied.

at the same time there's a hope on the horizon
an excitement as I look to God, the One,
and while I'm free to make the choice,
I'll choose to listen to His voice
and in that confidence a new day has begun.

Well let the day begin
flow in
morning sun light up the darkness
and clear away the past
let the love flow in
flow in
let it wash the sleeping sadness
maybe this time make it last.

if just for today.