What am I gonna be I grow up? How am I make my mark in history? And what are gonna write about me when I'm gone? These are the questions shape the way I think about what matters
But I have no of my next heartbeat And my world's too big to make a name for And what if no one wants to read me when I'm gone? Seems to me that now's the only moment that matters
You the number of my days So come paint Your pictures on the canvas in my And come Your wisdom on my heart And teach me the power of a The power of a moment, the power of a moment,
In kingdom where the least is greatest Weak are given strength and fools confound the And forever brushes up against a time impressions and drawing me into what really matters
You know the number of my So come paint Your on the canvas in my head And come write Your on my heart And me the power of a moment The of a moment, the power of a moment, yeah
I get so by my bigger schemes me the importance of the simple things Like a word, a seed, a thorn, a nail and a cup of cold
You the number of my days So come paint pictures on the canvas in my head And come Your wisdom on my heart And me the power of a moment The of a moment, the power of moment
You know the number of my So come paint pictures on the canvas in my head And come write Your on my heart And teach me the power of a The of a moment, the power of The of, the power of a moment, yeah