I used to wonder...
Wonder why God wouldn't take my dreams away,
Away to a place, where I can't see them to this day.

I used to think...
Think of how painful old memories could be.
Be in my mind, and how clearly I could see.

I used to pray...
Pray that God would take away all the memories of the past,
past that I hoped would someday go away at last.

I used to dread...
Dread every thought of what God took away, away to my
memories, but I knew there was a reason for those days.

I used to ...
To do all these things and not understand because of how
things seemed, Seemed so painful, but I guess... If for
nothing more, he gave me something to dream.