The cruelness of an Autumn leaf. The stillness of the falling leaves. There's peacefulness surrounding me. God is whispering to my soul. . Peace is a place, a harbor safe.
3 a.m and you're tossing in your bed. Thoughts are turning in your head. You're hanging on, but how much longer. Why do empty things you pour your soul into.
Words & Music by Grant Cunningham & Matt Huesmann. . A light in the distance. Welcomes those wayfaring souls. Come this far. A heart grows tired, faith grows cold.
I've built a bridge, all of my strength cannot cross over. I stand at the edge, the end of a road that I have followed. Sinking from the weight of my own world.