I know you're sick and tired of words Floating 'round the universe in spite Of all the time and all the work You put in, I know it hurts, and I I've seen you lose your ground to lowly skies Fell too fast, can't get the chance to cry Who will you ever be without their eyes? What good's your voice if no one really minds?
Settle down till the moment comes around There's a plan you won't understand for now
I was going so crazy, couldn't run I know there's a God that's withholding His help I know You made me, but I hate myself And I know, when I know, that it's buried somewhere else And I know that I'll find my moment 'Cause what good's your voice if no one really minds?
When I was a child, spoke like a child When I was a child, I became a man When I was a child, thought like a child
Oh, Lord Thy kingdom come Yes, you're an awesome God Thy will be done Oh, Lord The battle is won On Earth and Heaven Praised be the Son
Compositor: Abigail Smith / Alex O'Connor / Ashton Simmonds / Billy Ray Schlag / Devonté Hynes / Dylan Wiggins / Mustafa Ahmed / Romil Hemnani / Tiana Kruskic