Tools

My tools are too crude
My cup filled with shame
How might I make beauty
From such ugly pain

I never could know
The depths that you've been
But I hear them
In the passing conversation

Oh, such great sadness
Oh, such great pain that abounds
Oh, such sweet friendship
How good does it feel to be found?
Oooh

To go there
Going, going gone
All the way there
Got no fear, got no reason
Not to lay bare

The thoughts I hide
The ones I put aside
They're too much to bear
Let alone to sing

Oh, such great madness
Oh, such great fear that abounds
Oh, such sweet music
How good does it feel to be found?
Ooooooh



Credits
Writer(s): Erika Middleton-sharpe
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