Amanda Cook - Kind

^GmYou are not a ty^Frant King ^{Eb Gm}You do not del^Fight in sufferi^Ebng Your p^Gmower doesn’t com^Bbpensate for^Eb insecurity^Cm ‘Cause ^GmYou are not a t^Fyrant King^Eb

^GmYou are not an ^Fangry ma^Ebn ^GmYou do not tre^Fat us with contempt ^Eb Your ^Gmvoice is sure, Your ^Bbeyes are soft, Your^Eb smile, confiden^Cmt ‘Cause ^GmYou are not an a^Fngry man^Eb

^GmYou are ^Bbkind ^{Eb Gm}You are ^Bbkind ^{Eb Gm}You are ^Bbkind ^{Eb Cm Gm}You are ^Bbkind ^{Eb Cm}

Your ^Gmlove is a ^Ffury all its ^Ebown ^GmSweeping the dust and ^Fturning feet towards h^Ebome ^GmCarrying the ^Bborphans and re^Ebsetting broken ^Cmbones Your ^Gmlove is a ^Ffury all its ^Ebown

^GmYou are ^Bbkind ^{Eb Gm}You are ^Bbkind ^{Eb Gm}You are ^Bbkind ^{Eb Cm Gm}You are ^Bbkind ^{Eb Cm}

And ^Gmlove is ^Bbpowerful e^Ebnough ^Cm Wi^Gmthout the ^Bbfear of punish^Ebment ^Cm