[Verse]
Life’s a crazy quilt, stitches all askew,
Every color screams.
Some patterns that we planned,
Fall completely through.
It seems.
[Prechorus]
But the Weaver sees the plan,
From above.
[Chorus]
Oh, the choices we make, like tattoos on the soul,
Some we come to rue.
Etched in time, indelible, a story to be told,
Fresh every morn, brand new.
[Verse 2]
We think we build our lives of brick and stone,
Solid, strong and tall.
But a whisper comes along, and then we’re prone
To crumble, watch it fall.
[Prechorus]
But the Weaver’s there to mend,
Every tear.
[Chorus]
Oh, the choices we make, like tattoos on the soul,
Some we come to rue.
Etched in time, indelible, a story to be told,
Fresh every morn, brand new.