He was 21 in a.d 44,
He was hope, and he was courage on a lonely shore.
Simply remind his mother, with love beyond her tears,
just a young american who chose to rise above his fears,
and as I watch him struggle up that hill,
Without a thought of turning back.
I can not help but wonder,
what did he die for, when he died for you and me,
made the sacrafise so that we could all be free.
I belive that we will the awnser reach to heaven, for the way
to spend a priceless liberty.
Look inside and awnser,
What did he die for, when he died for me.
To the darkest day in a.d 33, king of mercy and passion of eternity,
simply remind his father with love beyond his tears,
kingless one the only son to bear the guit of all these years,
and as I watch him struggle up that hill,
without a thought of turing back,
I can not help but wonder,
what did he die for, when he died for you and me,
made the sacrafise so that we could all be free.
I belive that we will the awnser reach to heaven, for the way
to spend a priceless liberty.
Look inside and ask the question,
What did he die for, when he died for me.
He died for freedom,
he died for love,
Of all the things we do to pay him back can
never be enough.
I can not help but wonder,
what did he die for, when he died for you and me,
made the sacrafise so that we could all be free.
I belive that we will the awnser reach to heaven, for the way
to spend a priceless liberty.
Look inside and awnser,
What did he die for, when he died for me.
