Lletres: Subseven. Free To Conquer. Game Of Love.

When I was young You fed me
Before I claimed Your name
The words You softly told me
Still in my heart today

To think that I?m Your favorite
To think that I?m your son

My faith in you grows stronger
Breeds deeper everyday
To think that You?re my father
Your blood runs through my veins

To think that I?m Your favorite
To think that I?m your son

To hear You say ?This one?s mine?
To hear You say ?He?s my son?

To think that I?m Your favorite
To think that I?m your son

I hear Your voice speak to me
Even when I don?t call
I feel Your strength run through me
Even when I?ve done wrong

Pieces of You inside of us
Inside our hearts burns your love
Pieces of You inside of us
To think that I?m Your favorite