You said your trying to make your way out of this place you’ve landed in
Where the shadows are growing longer, and the time is getting dim
As the road stacks up before you and you’ve no place to stand

I’ll be bending the light towards you,
I’ll send words that stand up for you
When belief and faith have found you, You realize that it’s never too late to live

Maybe grace is not the weapon that your holding to your head
It may be doubt that's casting shadows and fear you're breathing in
Maybe mercy is the bottle that you should be drinking from instead