"More Like You"
When
will the drops of blue fall, and color the fields of gray?
Time
flies, and we become memories, if all that we hope for is a day.
Oh, how I long to see, more of your spirit in me.
And I wanna leave myself behind…and
live more like you.
More like you.
If
ever the changing winds calm, the candle will find its flame.
How
long till we reach the other shore?
Patience was never in my
game.
When
I look in the water, I know I want to see…
A whole lot
more of you Lord, and a lot less of me.
Words and
Music © 2002
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