[male
vocals] (
Slow,
resonant
acoustic
guitar
picking) (
Soft
pedal
steel
swelling
in
the
background)
I
was
only
six,
playing
near
the
hearth
When
the
flames
reached
out
and
pulled
me
from
the
earth
They
said
the
fire
should
have
claimed
my
soul
that
day
But
the
heat
backed
down
and
let
me
walk
away
Then
at
seven
years
old,
the
lights
just
turned
to
black
For
a
year
I
walked
in
darkness,
wondering
if
I'd
get
it
back
My
eyes
were
closed
to
the
world,
just
waiting
on
the
dawn
But
by
the
hand
of
mercy,
I
was
still
holding
on
They
call
them
nine
lives,
but
I
call
it
grace
Finding
the
shelter
in
a
holy
place
When
the
road
was
jagged
and
the
bridges
burned
It
was
lessons
in
the
shadows
that
I
finally
learned
I'm
still
breathing,
I'm
still
standing,
I'm
still
here
Because
Grace
stood
beside
me
every
single
year
Two
thousand
and
fourteen,
the
metal
started
to
twist
Rolling
down
the
highway,
in
the
early
morning
mist
Death
came
knocking
at
the
window
of
the
glass
But
the
reaper
walked
on
by,
just
waiting
for
me
to
pass
Then
twenty-fifteen
came,
a
battlefield
in
my
mind
Fighting
off
the
demons
that
I
left
so
far
behind
I
lost
the
friends
I
trusted,
felt
the
sting
of
the
cold
But
there’
s
a
story
in
these
scars
that’
s
waiting
to
be
told
They
call
them
nine
lives,
but
I
call
it
grace
Finding
the
shelter
in
a
holy
place
When
the
road
was
jagged
and
the
bridges
burned
When
the
road
was
jagged
and
the
bridges
burned
It
was
lessons
in
the
shadows
that
I
finally
learned
I'm
still
breathing,
I'm
still
standing,
I'm
still
here
Because
Grace
stood
beside
me
every
single
year
It
wasn't
luck
that
pulled
me
through
the
wreckage
It
wasn't
chance
that
saved
me
from
the
fire
It
was
a
promise
written
in
the
heavens
Lifting
me
up,
higher
than
the
wire
Disappointment
came
like
a
shadow
in
the
rain
But
I
found
the
glory
hidden
in
the
pain
Kitt
Kevines
is
the
name,
a
witness
to
the
spark
Of
how
the
light
keeps
burning,
even
deep
within
the
dark
You
asked
for
a
testimony,
well
here’
s
the
honest
truth
It’
s
been
a
long,
hard
road
from
the
days
of
my
youth
Not
an
accident,
not
a
roll
of
the
dice
I’
ve
paid
the
toll,
but
I’
ve
been
paid
for
twice
By
the
hand
that
guides
the
sparrow,
by
the
love
that
knows
my
name
I’
m
the
survivor
of
the
winter
and
the
keeper
of
the
flame
They
call
them
nine
lives,
but
I
call
it
grace
Finding
the
shelter
in
a
holy
place
When
the
road
was
jagged
and
the
bridges
burned
It
was
lessons
in
the
shadows
that
I
finally
learned
I'm
still
breathing,
I'm
still
standing,
I'm
still
here
Because
Grace
stood
beside
me
every
single
year
I'm
still
here.
Just
by
grace.
Every
breath
a
mercy.
Every
scar
a
song. (
Fade
out
with
soft
steel
guitar
and
a
single
acoustic
strum)