paroles de chanson Redwood - Stephanie Quick

Keep your hands open, child
It's only fear that keeps a knuckle white
Lose count of your offenses
That tempt you to shut down inside

Come and hide in Me
My love is the covering
Keeping you from fire and feasting teeth
Everything your tribe is suffering

Call it a redwood
Call it a song believing something good

Cut us open, count the rings
Marks of wounded victories
Giving us the courage to believe again in beauty

Every hard-fought year
Every crimson line
Marks where love left nobody behind
Seven by seventy vows
Seven by seventy times

Call it a redwood
Call it a song believing something good
Call it a redwood
Call it a song believing something good

The kind that hangs on
The kind that boasts none
And covers every kind of offense
The kind that holds up
The kind that bears all
Even when we're grieving
The kind that hangs on
The kind that boasts none
And covers every kind of offense
The kind that holds up
The kind that bears all
Even when we're grieving

Call it a redwood
Call it a song believing in something good

Call it a redwood
Call it a redwood