In Your Hands

Tears fall on the shattered glass
Splintered on the floor
And you think he didn't mean to throw
The glass against the door
As you're picking up the pieces
Your tiny fingers bleed
You always try to make things better
So young to see

In your hands, take the past
Pain from the cut does not last
Life is full of jagged edges
That can break your heart
Let His light reflect your colors
Take those broken pieces
In your hands

Years fall on nights when you still hear
His footsteps down the hall
Thе silent door, the beating of your hеart
His shadow on the wall
And you shudder for a moment
Close your eyes, but you still see
Give your memory to the wind
And it blows you free

In your hands, take the past
Pain from the cut does not last
Life is full of jagged edges
That can break your heart
Let His light reflect your colors
Take those broken pieces
In your hands, yeah, yeah

Shake your fist in the air
Wave goodbye or say a prayer
'Cause it's all or nothing

In your hands, take the past
Pain from the cut does not last
Life is full of jagged edges
That can break your heart
Let His light reflect your colors
Take those broken pieces
In your hands

Life is full of jagged edges
That can break your heart
Let His light reflect your colors
Take those broken pieces
In your hands