shattered in history shattered in paint oh and the lengths that id stay up late but brought to my space the wonderful things i’ve learned to waste i shoulda known that i shouldn’t hide to compromise and to covet all whats inside there is no design you’ll have to decide if you’ll come to know if im the faithful kind time and again time to be brave content to the phrases that at dawn we aint mazes just some kind of pages this for my sister that for my maple its not knowing the road id known as a child of god nor to become stable (So what if I lose im satisfied) am I dependent in what im defending and do get to know what faith provides fold your hands in to mine i did my believing seeing every time i know its lonely in the dark and this year’s a visitor and we have to know that faith declines im not all out of mine