After the fall

TRACK 4 — “AFTER THE FALL”

When you finally admit the truth…

it doesn’t fix everything overnight.

It just shows you where the real work starts.

And that’s where I’m standin’ now—

in the quiet…

after the fall.

I’ve been pickin’ up the pieces of the man I used to be,

Tryin’ to figure out which ones belong

and which ones I should leave.

Some of ’em are heavy,

some of ’em still bleed,

Some of ’em remind me of the things

I swore I’d never be.

I spent years tryin’ to outrun the truth,

Years pretendin’ I was fine when I wasn’t even close to.

And now I’m standin’ here with everything exposed,

Feelin’ scared…

but for once, I’m not opposed

to lettin’ go.

Maybe healing ain’t a moment—

maybe it’s a thousand little choices

to stop runnin’ from your own voice.

This is the quiet after the fall,

Where the dust settles and the truth stands tall.

Where the wounds I hid don’t hide at all,

And I finally see the cost of buildin’ walls.

But I ain’t goin’ back to who I was—

I’m learnin’ how to rise because

God’s been holdin’ me through it all…

Here in the quiet

after the fall.

I used to think strength meant never breakin’,

Never showin’ weakness, never shakin’.

But all that did was leave me fakin’

a version of myself that was barely even makin’

it through the day.

Now I’m learnin’ it’s okay

to admit I’m not okay.

It’s okay to feel the weight,

okay to pray for grace,

okay to take it slow

and trust God anyway.

I ain’t who I was,

but I ain’t who I’m gonna be—

I’m somewhere in the middle,

and maybe that’s exactly where He meets me.

This is the quiet after the fall,

Where the dust settles and the truth stands tall.

Where the wounds I hid don’t hide at all,

And I finally see the cost of buildin’ walls.

But I ain’t goin’ back to who I was—

I’m learnin’ how to rise because

God’s been holdin’ me through it all…

Here in the quiet

after the fall.

I used to think broken meant useless,

but broken just means human.

And maybe God does His best work

in the places I’ve been losin’.

Maybe the cracks in my heart

ain’t failures—

they’re room for Him to move in.

I’m takin’ small steps,

but they’re steps in the right direction.

I’m learnin’ to forgive myself,

learnin’ to accept correction.

Learnin’ that healing ain’t perfection—

it’s progress,

and I’m finally headin’ toward redemption.

I ain’t runnin’ anymore,

I’m facin’ what I used to fear.

And every day I get a little more sure

that hope is drawin’ near.

This is the quiet after the fall,

Where the dust settles and the truth stands tall.

Where the wounds I hid don’t hide at all,

And I finally see the cost of buildin’ walls.

But I ain’t goin’ back to who I was—