Hymn - Joel Porter
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
