For Good歌词

A hot and humid
SundayFaces, faces everywhere
Then a face,
I remember my face years ago
Such fearMany psychic scars
In just his short few years
In the noise of his silence he ran away from the violence
To healBut this is my day
And I can dream above the buried cry
Cause I've got something better
And it might just be my own
For GoodBut this is my day
And I can see the wreckage in my head
But it's not the same
Cause I transform the pain
For GoodI transform the pain
For GoodI transform the pain
For Good