Freedom, freedom — let it flow,

Through every heart, through high and low.

Lift the weary, heal the pain,

Let love and truth begin again.

Freedom, freedom — come to stay,

And guide us through the darkest day....

Time will tell if love is meant to stay,

If we can find our way through every shadow in the day.

Time will tell if hope can break the spell,

If all the hurt we carried turns to something we can tell.

I’m holding on, but only time will tell....

We are firecrackers of sound, Lighting up the dark right now, Every spark is breaking ground, Hear the future screaming loud. We don’t fade, we don’t bow, We don’t wait for permission now, We are firecrackers of sound, Watch the night come crashing down....

These are the moments of joy and memories, Burning bright like stolen flames, We were wild, we were reckless, we were free, Screaming love into the rain. If tomorrow steals our glory, Let it try, we won’t pretend— ’Cause the moments of joy and memories Are the fire that never ends....

Oh, the joy of Christmas time Lifts me up like bells that chime Every dream is shining bright In the warmth of winter light Hold me close and let it stay In our hearts beyond the day Oh, the joy, the joy divine That’s the gift of Christmas time....

True Love, it rises with the sun,

It sings in silence, never gone.

No night can hush, no cold can bind

The pulse that moves through heart and mind.

It plants a rose where none have sown—

True Love endures, and stands alone....

This time is fine, and I love you

Not as a promise, but as ground

Where falling turns to something true

Where rest is finally found

This time is fine, and I love you

No more, no less, no why

Just here, just now

This time is fine....

Time is a teacher, it humble the proud,

It soften the thunder, it quiet the crowd.

It show us the beauty in growin’ old,

In holdin’ the truth, in breakin’ the mold....

It’s nearly midnight, and my heart is waking up,

Like a clock that’s been asleep but has finally had enough.

All the dreams I tried to bury start to rise into the light,

And I know I’m not alone here in the middle of the night.

It’s nearly midnight…

Nearly midnight....

Love is — O love is — bliss and harmony, A timeless song, a living symphony. Love is the echo angels understand, A shining chord held in a tender hand. Love is the star that guides us through the night, A Christmas bell that rings with endless light....