I think I get it now
Which means I have to start all over
The beauty of aging is experience
Experience, and then that point when you realize
I'll never understand
I'll never be perfect
These things I've been taught all my life
Have I used them? Practiced them?
Do I love my neighbor?
Am I really giving thanks?
I have to start all over
Not look around
Because no one else is perfect
I know, I get it
No one, no one, no one, no one
I can't tell who has started over
Only He will ever know
So I start here; just me, and Him
