The Symphony
Clinging to the earth
Hanging by a thread, hanging by a thread
Naked from my birth
Nothing when I'm dead, nothing when I dead
Cut me down, I'm almost ready
To fall into your grace
I'm a mess, but you'll be steady
If I land on my face
Compose me like a Symphony
I will be yours, I will be yours
Compose me like a Symphony
I will be yours, I will be yours
Silence breaks me in
broken for so long, broken for so long
but if I never sing again
My soul will be my song
Write me down into this story
in pages of your love
If I fail you suffered for me
This hope will be enough
