Our song
I am now the one who sings it
Our tongue
I'm holding on to threads of laughter
Our way
and nothing could get in around it
Our place
It's funny how I still can see it
I can bend up
I can break down
Our love
No one else could understand it
Our faith
Shaken but I still will keep it
Our peace
And I am now the one who needs it
I can bend up
I can break down
If you peel the layers back
behind all these sad, sad lines
Well there is more than just a pretty face
See those wrinkled smile lines
Our words
I am now the one who pens them
Our touch
was more than I will feel in my time
I can bend up
I can break down
If you peel the layers back
behind all these sad, sad lines
Well there is more than just a pretty face
See those wrinkled smile lines
Our Song
©Phoebe Jean Demo
By Kelly Houghland and Glen Teeple