You

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.