The world got a little bit quieter
And my mind got a little bit louder
Who knows why? Who knows why?
But I did pray that
If everything was stripped away
Even then
Even then
I'd still praise you
The world got a little bit quieter
And my mind got a little bit louder
Who knows why?
Who knows why?
But I did pray that
If everything was stripped away
Even then
Even then
I'd still praise you
So I'll keep singing from this pit of mine
So I'll keep singing through this prison time
So I'll keep praising through it all
Through it all
So I'll keep praising through it all
Through it all
So I'll keep singing from this pit of mine
So I'll keep singing through this prison time
So I'll keep praising through it all
Through it all
So I'll keep praising through it all
Through it all
The world got a little bit quieter
And my mind got a little bit louder
Who knows why?
Who knows why?
But I did pray that
If everything was stripped away
Even then
Even then
I'd still praise you
Oh, I'll still praise you
Oh, I'll still
Praise you
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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This has such a raw, heartfelt power to it. The repetition makes it feel like a personal mantra—something to hold onto in the toughest moments.✨ Love it!