Redemption has always been the name of our story
Chances that were given to the second or fifth degree
I asked once and felt all the weight of the world in my folly
Connection wasn't right yet, so waited until homecoming
A vicious blood stirred in my veins
A passion that could wake you or could cause you pain
A passing hope of choices made
Just holding out to make it past that final grade
We settled into future
The past where she, to rest, was laid
The future came sеparate with spots of a love still unbroken
Thе best and the worst of who I was, and yet still could be
Was it frozen in stasis or set in a state still unspoken?
Proposals and some weekends in snow shoes were all we could see
A practice room for hopes and fears
An incubation setting full of phone call tears
A basement dream was heaven bound
Illusion of a paradise that we had found
Proposals made their marker, and crickets sang their siren sound
A half hour late on a Friday continued our story
The book-ends of business delaying Savannah and sun
My stomach in turmoil as friends and our family were smiling
A past we put away that would come back as a promise undone
A comfort in the storm and stress
Playing hide-n-seek with crickets in a wedding dress
A solid beam under ruined floors
A treaty that was broken carried through the door
A symbol and a vision of what the future had in store
Confessions and rapture awaited the chain of our marriage
The rafter I picked out in basement dreams called out to me
Extension of sorrow: the punishment kept nurseries empty
Divine retribution to mete out the justice you seek
Parading through the guilt and shame
Deciding on procedures while debating names
A vicious blood -- removing doubt
Decisions made to keep the faith while holding out
The darkness kept repeating
The deepest circle in his mouth
Redemption has always been the name of our story
The call made: induction, the battle: beginning at two
And fifty hours later when love made in person was crying
The blood fell in puddles, but we had been given our truth
The sleepless nights seemed miles away
The clarity made history seem as bright as day
The basement gone, the dream awake
The future would be everything that he could make
A love in life repeating
Endlessly for heaven's sake
A story dedicated
A crickets' song that's yours to take
Chances that were given to the second or fifth degree
I asked once and felt all the weight of the world in my folly
Connection wasn't right yet, so waited until homecoming
A vicious blood stirred in my veins
A passion that could wake you or could cause you pain
A passing hope of choices made
Just holding out to make it past that final grade
We settled into future
The past where she, to rest, was laid
The future came sеparate with spots of a love still unbroken
Thе best and the worst of who I was, and yet still could be
Was it frozen in stasis or set in a state still unspoken?
Proposals and some weekends in snow shoes were all we could see
A practice room for hopes and fears
An incubation setting full of phone call tears
A basement dream was heaven bound
Illusion of a paradise that we had found
Proposals made their marker, and crickets sang their siren sound
A half hour late on a Friday continued our story
The book-ends of business delaying Savannah and sun
My stomach in turmoil as friends and our family were smiling
A past we put away that would come back as a promise undone
A comfort in the storm and stress
Playing hide-n-seek with crickets in a wedding dress
A solid beam under ruined floors
A treaty that was broken carried through the door
A symbol and a vision of what the future had in store
Confessions and rapture awaited the chain of our marriage
The rafter I picked out in basement dreams called out to me
Extension of sorrow: the punishment kept nurseries empty
Divine retribution to mete out the justice you seek
Parading through the guilt and shame
Deciding on procedures while debating names
A vicious blood -- removing doubt
Decisions made to keep the faith while holding out
The darkness kept repeating
The deepest circle in his mouth
Redemption has always been the name of our story
The call made: induction, the battle: beginning at two
And fifty hours later when love made in person was crying
The blood fell in puddles, but we had been given our truth
The sleepless nights seemed miles away
The clarity made history seem as bright as day
The basement gone, the dream awake
The future would be everything that he could make
A love in life repeating
Endlessly for heaven's sake
A story dedicated
A crickets' song that's yours to take
( Garrett Smith )
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