Texty:
Michael W Smith The First Decade 1983 1993

Dreams within the still of night On wings of hope take flight inside of me There upon some distant shore We want for nothing more than what will be And

I'm blazing a trail that leads to vice So easily enticed By darker means When out of the wilderness of choice I hear that one still voice Call to me

Looking at the future Who can tell you what is going on It seems we have become the generation Of wars and bombs And the heart grows weak And the fear

She asked him for forever And a promise that would last He said, "Babe, you know I love you But I can't commit to that" She said "Love isn't love 'Til

In the passion your heart is abused He is pushing you, you have to choose Oh, Rebecca love is never Easy anymore Oh, Rebecca so afraid of Losing what

A Friday night affair Out in the city heat Always a party there Along the sordid street And it was guaranteed The place to be was Rocketown The drinks

Young man up on the hillside Teaching new ways Each word winning them over Each heart a kindled flame Old men watch from the outside Guarding their prey

Packing up the dreams God planted In the fertile soil of you Can't believe the hopes He's granted Means a chapter in your life is through But we'll keep