[Chorus]
On this day we break our bread
The fight is won, and we have bled
Take my hand, your past you've shed
Don't turn your back and end up dead
[Verse 1]
I've seen a lot of things happen out here in Hope County
Remote townies, and we hang the flag so proudly
But I was just a little guy, wanted to be
A part of something where they don't doubt me
So mouthy for a young man, but I really had a lot to say
But then I prayed, and Mister Seed came into play
He told me: "Son, I've seen this story every day
Let me change your world, give the life that they never gave"
Such a prominent figure offering groveling sinners
An opportunity and promising providence bigger
Then there ever was so confident God and his vigor
It had me hooked a dominant monument, winner!
But there was something wrong, bubbling to the surface
It wasn't all perfect, started thinking was it worth it?
Did all the pain and the violence have a purpose?
Or will I turn my back and end up in hell's furnace
[Chorus]
On this day we break our bread
The fight is won, and we have bled
Take my hand, your past you've shed
Don't turn your back and end up dead
On this day we break our bread
The fight is won, and we have bled
Take my hand, your past you've shed
Don't turn your back and end up dead
[Verse 1]
I've seen a lot of things happen out here in Hope County
Remote townies, and we hang the flag so proudly
But I was just a little guy, wanted to be
A part of something where they don't doubt me
So mouthy for a young man, but I really had a lot to say
But then I prayed, and Mister Seed came into play
He told me: "Son, I've seen this story every day
Let me change your world, give the life that they never gave"
Such a prominent figure offering groveling sinners
An opportunity and promising providence bigger
Then there ever was so confident God and his vigor
It had me hooked a dominant monument, winner!
But there was something wrong, bubbling to the surface
It wasn't all perfect, started thinking was it worth it?
Did all the pain and the violence have a purpose?
Or will I turn my back and end up in hell's furnace
[Chorus]
On this day we break our bread
The fight is won, and we have bled
Take my hand, your past you've shed
Don't turn your back and end up dead
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