Sleeping At Last - Son

^BbShow me who I am and who I ^Fcould be. Initiate the heart with^Gmin me Until it ^Ebopens proper^Bbly.

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^BbSlow down, start again from the beg^Finning. I can’t keep my head from ^Gmspinning out of control, Is ^Ebthis what being vulnerable ^Bbfeels ^Flike?

And I will ^Gmtry, try, try to breathe ’Til it turns to ^Bbmuscle memo^Fry. I'm only ^Gmsteady on my knees; one day I'll stand up ^Bbon my own two^F feet. I’ll ^Gmrun the risk Of being ^Fintimate with ^Bbbrokenness. Through this ^Fmagnifying ^Bbglass, I see a thousand fingerp^Frints On the ^Gmsurfaces of who I ^Bbam. - F - Gm - Eb - Bb - F

^BbShow me where to find the silver ^Flining As the mercury keeps ^Gmrising, ’Til the ^Ebglass or my fever^Bb breaks.

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^BbShow me how to struggle grace^Ffully. Let the scaffolding in^Gmside of me be strong enough To ^Ebhold this tired body up^Bb once ^Fmore.

And I will ^Gmtry, try, try to breathe ’Til it turns to ^Bbmuscle memo^Fry. I feel the ^Gmpressure in my blood Building up and ^Bbliberating ^Fme. So I will ^Gmtry, try, try to breathe ’Til it turns to ^Bbmuscle memo^Fry. I'm only ^Gmsteady on my knees, But one day, I'll stand ^Bbon my own two^F feet.

I'll ^Gmrun the risk Of being ^Fintimate with ^Bbbrokenness. Through this ^Fmagnifying ^Bbglass, I see a thousand finger^Fprints That ^Gmran the risk Of being ^Fintimate with my ^Bbbrokenness. I was^F given a ^Bbgift of hope In a thousand finger^Fprints On the^Eb surface of who I ^Bbam.