The impossible dream I had last night Left me standing in a room. I looked to the left and the right But I couldn’t see past the gloom. And suddenly, out of the darkness, a light That brightened the atmosphere and gave me sight.
It’s been thrown out. What? you ask. Is it important? Of course, but no one’s perfect. It’s our excuse to sin in Christ And movement is slower Until we stop, and suddenly We’re going back.
