I am going to see my mother soon
On the banks of Jordan
I face the promised land
With flowers in my hand

I was born from summer into fall
Through the winter cold
I wait for spring to come
To bloom my frozen soul

I believe in resurrection from this grave
I’m believing that the stone can roll away

I am just a child at mind and heart
But by now this child
Has touched the fire enough
To know that it can hurt

I am just a broken messed up thing
Full of hate and pride
Yet possibility
And to this hope I cling

I believe in resurrection from this grave
I’m believing that the stone can roll away

I am going to see my mother soon
I'll give her those flowers
And a kiss thats overdue
And spring will come to bloom

But one day we all return to dust
When that winter comes
And bury her I must
In this I will trust

I believe in resurrection from this grave
I’m believing that the stone can roll away

I believe in resurrection from this grave
I’m believing that the stone can roll away

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