Here I lay down at your feet
Just a shell not meant to held on to
Just a shell to hold the soul
I have nothing to offer or give
You know the story from beginning to end
You write the words as I depend
I can’t write my story
I can only try to choose and decide my fate and your glory
Your hand holds the truest words in my journey my book
You right my story daily Here I lay down at your feet
Just a shell not meant to held on to
Just a shell to hold the soul
I have nothing to offer or give
You know the story from beginning to end
You write the words as I depend
I can’t write my story
I can only try to choose and decide my fate and your glory
Your hand holds the truest words in my journey my book
You write my story daily
Age to age your still the same and forever you remain
