| But it’s a chance I’m willing to take
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| Cause maybe I’m wrong and lives can change
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| I’m singing out of my insecurity
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| So someone, somewhere might be impacted by what I’ve made
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| I fidget and sway back and forth
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| Biting my nails down until they bleed
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| There is a lie that I’ve believed
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| I’d tell you, but I’m so scared of what you’d think
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| So I apologize if I’ve caused you to wake
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| Just close your eyes and let the beat rock you back to sleep
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| I’ll tell you in the morning
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| About how this man you see
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| Often times feels like a child
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| Self-conscious and weak
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| I’ll still put pen to paper
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| Try to explain these things
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| That invade my thoughts in my waking hours
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| Stories of Kings and princes that have lost their way
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| God, we’d give anything just to feel safe
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| Deep down, we all know our worth
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| We just need someone to truly love us first
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| So we tip toe around these crowded rooms
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| Hoping someone in attendance might be able to dress our wounds
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| We cry without uttering a single word
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| So gather close, circle round
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| Cause maybe you’ve just never heard
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| And I’ll tell you the story of the Love I’ve found
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| About the Truth embedded in you long before your birth
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| I’ll ask once more
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| What are these words worth? |