Redemption-Rival Sons

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There was a fire behind a child
He would get quiet when it grew too hot
He would go quiet when the flames grew too high
She had a voice, impossibly kind
To calm the rage that rattled in his mind
To quiet the beast that rattled his mind
And no one else lived close enough to see
That he'd been raised so viciously
He kept his voice low out among the free
She said, "You can be yourself with me"
If we can make it to the sunrise
We could surrender our yesterday
And though we make our plans still we understand
That redemption comes in unfamiliar ways
She had a child
Far too young
She knew a man with a brass tax tongue
She would go quiet whenever lullabies were sung
Was never allowed to just be a boy
He had decisions where there should have been toys
The trauma heightens what it doesn't destroy
The broken-hearted tend to find the same
Like water, mercy finds its level
The disregarded love is such a shame
Keep the hope and leave the shame to the devil
To keep the hope and leave the shame to the devil
If we can make it to the sunrise
We could surrender our yesterday
And though we make our plans
Still, we understand
That redemption comes in unfamiliar ways
That redemption comes in unfamiliar ways
If we can make it to the sunrise
We could surrender our yesterday
And though we make our plans
Still, we understand
That redemption comes in unfamiliar ways
If we can make it to the sunrise
We could surrender our yesterday
And though we make our plans
Still, we understand
That redemption comes in unfamiliar ways
Oh, redemption comes in unfamiliar ways
Redemption comes in unfamiliar ways