You, You, You, You freed up my mind to think,
To reason, to choose, be willing to lose face,
And you, I've seen Yours.
You, You, You, You planted a seed to grow
To flourish and sprout, and not be without
Fruit that You could claim as Yours.

Is my name really written there?
Could I take a look?
Sometime it seems like I wrote
It myself in watercolors.
What's really real is You wrote it Yourself
With tears of red, shed for me, shed for others.

You, You, You, You planted my feet to stand
To run and to win, and never turn inside
Myself and lose the pride.

You, You, You, You freed up my mind to think,
To reason, to choose, be willing to lose face,
And you, I've seen Yours.

Is my name really written there?
Could I take a look?
Sometime it seems like I wrote
It myself in watercolors.
What's really real is You wrote it Yourself
With tears of red, shed for me, shed for others.

You, You, You.