Rip me open
Dig inside
Please tell me what you find
Because I've searched and I've scavenged
I've tried to reveal
Nothin to satisfy
No greater appeal
But go ahead
And sift through me
I've been told there's a treasure
Covered in my dirt
Between my sweat and my tears
My ripped up brown shirt
Maybe it's an idea
To keep me alive
To have something to live for
A reason to strive
But please go ahead
I say as I turn
Show me what I missed
I move towards the door
And before I can take
Even one little stride  
You grab my arm
And stand by my side
You hold me with your gaze
You and your twisted smile
With a soft expression
A generous while
You spin me around
With a soft gentle "whoosh"
And you tell me you've found
The most beautiful truth

I know the little boy
that walked for miles
in everybody's shoes
and I know the Man
who speaks only
when he chooses to

I've met the laughter
I've wiped away the tears
I've sat silently
as he diligently walked
through broken years

I've met the comedian
I've met the larrikin
I've met the musician

I've met the old soul
that tells tales of woe
but cries silently
counting every tear

I've met the body
that wakes up every day
angry with the universe
but with nothing to say

I've met
the troubled heart
the irreverent lark
the messed up kid
but comforted
the messed up adult

I know my best friend
and I'll be the one
to tell those
that just saw
one side of him

That they didn't look so deep
they have no right to keep
their memories that are shallow

I've met my best friend
and...
you're wrong
just so you know

I know him
he's so strong

Stronger than the shadows
that haunts him in real life
I know him,
*he's stronger than you or I

What's worse?
Falling for someone you can never have,
or falling for someone who you could have had?

// A que huele un guerrero cuando viene de batalla

huele a victoria, huele a victoria//

Por que Jehová está con él.


// Somos como escudos, tres son los valientes

y con su espiritu venceremos siempre//

A que huele un guerrero cuando viene de la batalla

A que huele un guerrero cuando viene de la batalla

//Huele a victoria, huele a victoria //

// Si con Dios peleas esto sabe a gloria// Sabe gloria

// Esto sabe a gloria, esto sabe a gloria