Jon Randall
Jon Randall
Jon Randall
Jon Randall
Jon Randall
Jon Randall
Jon Randall
Jon Randall
Jon Randall
Jon Randall
Jon Randall
I could hear them talking as I was layin' in that hole
With a mountain of trouble weighing on my soul
They all stood around kicking dirt on my grave
It's a miracle I'm standing here today
I'm walking among the living again
I'm talkin' and breathing forgiving of my sins
Finding new faith in the arms of old friends
I'm walking among the living
Now the morning sun is warmer on my skin
I'm hearing nature's song, smelling flowers again
This world is so much brighter than I've ever known
And I swear I heard angels
When I rolled away the stone
I'm walking among the living again
I'm talkin' and breathing forgiving of my sins
Finding new faith in the arms of old friends
I'm walking among the living