CHORUS:
Don't let the past predict your future, don't
let that old life, spoil the new.
Don't let your fears blur your vision, and
to your dreams try to be true. 1.
There are times that we all go through,
When
each bad day lasts a week.
Seems like the world falls down around you
And
the outcome looks so bleak.
We all know good times are coming,
But they
can't come soon enough.
And though you try to keep your chin up,
There are
days' that's pretty tough. CHORUS: 2.
It's in these times that
we all tend
To dwell on what's behind.
We only see our mistakes of our past,
And
to the future we are blind
And every hurt we've ever had,
Gets magnified
again,
We're so scared to open ourselves up,
We're so tired of the pain. But
I don't think there's anyone,
Who's not been hurt before.
And just think
how sad those lives would be
If they hadn't tried once more.
So if you have
to look behind you,
Look at the good times that you've seen.
Then look ahead
to what you want now,
Forget about what might have been. CHORUS:
Repeat
chorus: ©2005 Lynda Dobbin-Turner | 
