Words

I would say Where I've been to where I am It is worth it His grace When all else fades You can see it His face So now... round round they spin like a record now same false hopes meant to be broke These thoughts were meant to be broke down It's all for hope again

This feels the same complications in different situations I am holding out for love Is it worth it to die a little each day all for unseen grace

Sticks and stones may break my bones your words they surely kill they surely kill

This night, this night just like the rest these same thoughts running through my head The same reckless phrase with a different face They say, they say that I am worthless But I'm not listening I swear, and yet Round round they spin like a record now Same false hopes built to be broke down around and around I'm falling down, again

Sticks and stones may break my bones your words they surely kill (meant to be broke down) surely kill your words are breaking down now