The heart breaking makes a sound
I never knew could be
So beautiful and loud
Fury filled and we, collide
So courageous until now
Fumbling and scared
So afraid You'll find me out,
Alone here with my doubt
Here it comes, a beautiful collision
Is happening now.
There seems no end to where You begin
and there I am now
You and I collide
:David Crowder Band:
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