The Voices at the Break of Day

Verse 1

Waking up to the same four walls, and the same old fear,

Coffee’s cold before you taste it, and the quiet’s all you hear.

Bills stacked high on the counter, shadows hanging on your mind,

Trying to hold the whole world together, while you’re coming apart inside.

Pre-Chorus

You keep gripping harder, thinking that’s the only way,

But a hand reaches through the darkness when you finally say…

Chorus

Maybe the keeping’s not in the holding tight,

But in the hands you find in the fray.

Maybe the peace ain’t in the silent night,

But in the voices at the break of day.

When your strength runs thin and your hope wears gray,

And you’re one more step from walking away,

Maybe the keeping’s not in standing alone,

But in the hearts that help you carry the load.

Verse 2

Neighbor knocks on your front door, says, “Brother, how’ve you been?”

You almost say you’re doing fine, but the truth finally slips in.

A friend sits down beside you, no answers, no grand plans,

Just listening to your story, reminding you who you am.

Pre-Chorus

And the weight don’t disappear, but it don’t feel quite the same,

When somebody shares the burden and speaks your name.

Chorus

Maybe the keeping’s not in the holding tight,

But in the hands you find in the fray.

Maybe the peace ain’t in the silent night,

But in the voices at the break of day.

When your strength runs thin and your hope wears gray,

And you’re one more step from walking away,

Maybe the keeping’s not in standing alone,

But in the hearts that help you carry the load.

Bridge

We weren’t made to fight these battles all by ourselves,

We’re stitched together by mercy, not by wealth.

And every cracked and weary soul can find a place to stay,

In the circle of grace waiting at the break of day.

Rap Verse

Yeah, I spent years trying to shoulder every pound,

Keeping all the hurt buried deep underground.

Thought a strong man never asked for a hand,

Never let ‘em see him stumble, never let ‘em understand.

But strength ain’t a fortress built out of pride,

It’s letting good people walk right by your side.

When the road gets rough and the skies turn gray,

Sometimes salvation sounds like a friend saying, “Stay.”

Final Chorus

Maybe the keeping’s not in the holding tight,

But in the hands you find in the fray.

Maybe the peace ain’t in the silent night,

But in the voices at the break of day.

When your strength runs thin and your hope wears gray,

And you’re one more step from walking away,

Maybe the keeping’s not in standing alone,

But in the hearts that help you carry the load.

Outro

So when the walls close in and the fear won’t fade,

Listen for the voices at the break of day.

The keeping ain’t just what you hold onto…

It’s who keeps holding onto you.

Yeah, who keeps holding onto you.