This Is The Place - Video
PUBLISHED:  Sep 02, 2010
DESCRIPTION:
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This Is The Place (c)2010 mattbeem

This is the place where I spent all the days of my
Youth and it's burned in my memory
This is the land where the damage was done and when I
Left home the damage left with me
It followed me down into town after town and it
Wove itself into my story
Now I've returned and this time it is going to get buried
Now I've returned and this time it is going to get buried

I followed a stream through the evergreen trees and I
Fell on my knees by the lake
With the cry of a child who I did not recognize and its
Innocence caused me to shake
As the tears of my past disappeared in the grass, I
Begged for the silence to break
And the silence replied, "I have nothing to hide but your fate."
And the silence replied, "I have nothing to hide but your fate."

Since we forgot to count the cost
Who will pay for what's been lost?
Who'll remind us why we're here long after we've forgot?

When fathers hide and mothers weep
Who will carry on the dream?
Who will take responsibility?

There is a God and he gave me a heart and he
Told me to use it to love you
With a love that's so cleansing and pure when it comes you are
Sure that there's nothing else in you
It taught me to stand and it made me a man who can
Take up the battle before you
And when I lose courage I will choose to remain and continue
And when I lose courage I will choose to remain and continue

Since we forgot to count the cost
Who will pay for what's been lost?
Who'll remind us why we're here long after we've forgot?

When fathers hide and mothers weep
Who will carry on the dream?
Who will take responsibility?

When mothers weep and fathers hide
Who will show us wrong from right?
Who will rise and lead us through the night?

In love we will
Not fear what comes
For love has made
A way for us
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