You might not recognize me now
Those chains that once surrounded me are laying on the ground
You can’t keep digging up my past
You may have had a laugh or two but you don’t get the last
You might not recognize me now

Maybe I was blind but now I see
Maybe I was bound but now I’m free
Maybe you need reminding
You’re under my feet
Maybe you’re a lie that I don’t need
Maybe you should listen when I speak
Maybe you need reminding
You’re under my feet

If you want scars I’ll show you scars
All the wounds upon the hands of light that pierced the dark
If I were you I’d be afraid
‘Cause everything you meant for guilt the cross has met with grace

whoa, whoa
I think it’s time you meet my maker
I think it’s time you meet my maker
whoa, whoa,
I think it’s time that you remember
I think it’s time that you remember

Under My Feet