Born Without the Words - Denison Witmer

Oh my God

I feel it in my blood

Warming of the winter

Coming of the flood

Springtime's a song

Born without the words

Waiting for a flower

Longing to be heard

Pushing it's way out of the ground

Feelings too old to die young now

You can live your whole life in want

Comparing to another

As something that you're not

Or you can fill the space that you've been given

The space that was made for you

You and no one else

Pushing my way out of the ground

I'm ready for it

I've grown too old to die young now

I'm better for it

Pushing my way out of the ground

I'm ready for it

I've grown too old to die young now

I'm better for it

Born without the words

Waiting for a flower

Longing to be heard