Voice of God Dante Bowe (Ft. Chandler Moore & Steffany Gretzinger)

[Verse 1: Dante Bowe]
I can hear it in the crackle of a bonfire
And I can hear it in the middle of the ocean water
Oh, I just can't explain
But it makes me wanna cry
And I can hear it when the rain falls on my windowsill
On a playground where children's laughter lives
Oh, I can't explain
But it makes me wanna cry
And I can hear it in the busy New York city streets
And I can hear it in the country Georgia fields of green
Oh, I can't explain, no
But it makes me wanna cry

[Chorus: Dante Bowe]
It sounds like grand-momma, telling you where you come from
Said it's kinda like laughter, out of the mouths of your lovеd ones
Or catching up with an old friend, reminiscing on back whеn
It's like a summertime sprinkler, street side with my ice cream cone
Said it sounds like a choir, singing hymns, hallelujah
It's the voice of God, hey
It can make a grown man cry

[Verse 2: Dante Bowe]
And I can hear it on the wind of an early morning, haha
When the fog is getting thick and the birds are chirping
Oh, it's just something I can't explain, no
But it makes me wanna cry
And I can hear it in the hush of a midnight hour
When I'm alone in my room, if I'm going under
Oh, I just can't explain, no
But it brings me back to life
It's like the sound of a newborn baby crying, yeah
Like the final breath of a loved one passing
Oh, it's a beautiful thing, yeah
'Cause it leads me to the light