By Skye Shae Bonati Circa 2011, for my sister's children Verse 1 Nothing breaks your heart quite like your child in pain empty eyes, like a looking glass reflecting your own childhood Gone are the days you said, "She'll never be like me" Pre Chorus But I've seen fire in your eyes So let the hope of her freedom rise! Chorus Because you, my dear, are driving out fear you're cutting off curses you're turning back clocks and all that we hear, it tells of our Savior and shows tha