Worn out shoes on cracked sidewalks, The weight of days I can†t outrun,
Whispers in the alibri, secrets of a life undone,
Shadowed eyes that hide the stories, Fingerprints stained with past scars,
But under tired skin a pulse that knows These nights are not who we are,
Every time the silence breaks, A soft voice pulls the tangled thread,
Says the world might bend me low, But it won†t break the fire inside my head,
But God knows, all the nights I†ve cried alone in empty rooms,
But God knows, every battle fought beneath the summer rain,
But God knows, every battle fought beneath the summer moons,
I bear it all, bruised but standing tall, A threadbare soul who†s found is called,
But God knows, this heart†s been tested, But it†ll still be strong,
Rain slick streets, mirror dreams, That flicker like a candle in the wind,
Steady breath amidst the chaos, Holding tight to what I†m pinned within,
Names forgotten by the world, But etched in fire inside my chest,
These ruins build the roads I walk, A map to home, a place to rest,
Quiet prayers turn to whispered truths, Hope hiding in the cracks of time,
Though the scars tell tales of wreckage, There†s a melody,
Beneath the grime,
But God knows, all the nights I†ve cried alone in empty rooms,
But God knows, every battle fought beneath the summer moons,
I bear it all, bruised but standing tall, A threadbare soul who†s found is called,
But God knows, this heart†s been tested, But it†ll still be strong,
And if the storm should break me down to dust, I†ll let the ashes rise,
Still carrying the truth I†ve trust, In every tear that colors skies,
No need for hiding, no more shame, The open wounds, that†s so my name,
Knows this story†s not just pain, But strength to move on,
Through broken chains,
But God knows, all the nights I†ve cried alone in empty rooms,
But God knows, every battle fought beneath the summer moons,
I bear it all, bruised but standing tall, A threadbare soul who†s found is called,
But God knows, this heart†s been tested, But it†s still strong,
And if the storm should break me down to dust, I†ll let the ashes rise,
Still carrying the truth I†ve trust, In every tear that colors skies,
No need for hiding, no more shame, The open wounds, that†s so my name,
Knows this story†s not just pain, But strength to move on,
Through broken chains,
But God knows, every battle fought beneath the summer moons,
I bear it all, bruised but standing tall, A threadbare soul who†s found is called,
But God knows, this heart†s been tested, But it†s still strong,
And if the storm should break me down to dust, I†ll let the ashes rise,
Still carrying the truth I†ve trust, In every tear that colors skies,
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