Вершы: Hawk Nelson. Letters to the President. From Underneath.

From underneath I wanted you to see the first thing
That I ever poured my heart into
You'll never know the pain that I've been through
I'm not so sure you'll ever know and so I'll make
You understand that words that filled my life
We're not from you but from my fathers hand

Do you remember that cold day in December?
Leaving everything you knew behind

I may never know how it feels to stand beside you
Or take your hand when I need some direction
And I may never know what it's like to see
You smile back at me or know you'd be proud of me

From underneath I promise to erase the past
And let my heart forgive the former you
Replace the dark of old and start brand new
I never thought I'd see the day, I'd walk toward the end of life
And turn the other way, I'm reaching out to take my fathers hand

Do you remember that cold day in December?
Leaving everything you knew behind

I may never know how it feels to stand beside you
Or take your hand when I need some direction
And I may never know what it's like to see
You smile back at me or know you'd be proud of me