Hymn کے بول

The stories told are all we know Exchanged in truth and word The photographs are quilted paths From places we’ve outgrown We carry with the friends we make The hearts we mend and break I see it in another way All lives that we have changed I must go alone 'Cause I need you there So my memory of home is full Not trying to take my time away Replace the old with new My prison with my reasons write Till I come back to you Now I must go alone 'Cause I need you there So my memory of home is full