Take your feelings write them down
Put them to some chords
Everyone will sing along
But none will know the words
They will stand and cheer for you
They will shout and sing
In the end they'll all go home
And never learn a thing
Break me Down
Lay me bare
Let me burn
This is my prayer
We can't show our weakness
so we write these life stories
And raise our glasses to toast
But we can't stop the burning
So we keep turning pages
But these lives aren't the words that we wrote
(Bridge - spoken)
What will the poet write when his pen is dry?
What will the singers sing when their voices fail?
Why do we stay in the dark to speak about the light?
Why can't we simply let them see behind the veil?
Tear down our facades and truly let them in
To see the pain and see the stains and finally see the sin
And if we let them see what lies beneath will they see who reigns above
Let them touch our disease will they see that it is covered by His blood?
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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