No Sound Without Silence

For anyone who's ever looked around and realised the people who fit your younger self don't quite fit anymore. A quiet, unflinching look at what it means to outgrow friendships, the guilt of wanting more than surface-level connection, and the hard-won permission to start again. This one's for late nights when you're finally honest with yourself about what you actually need.

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
We used to need so little then,
Just laughter and a Friday night.
You'd show up with a bottle grin,
And that alone felt right.

[Verse 2]
But seasons turned inside of me,
My father's shadow growing long.
I needed hands to hold the weight,
Not just voices for a song.

[Chorus]
I tried to change you into something
You were never meant to be.
Asked for depth you couldn't offer,
While you asked for who I used to be.

[Verse 3]
I was the one who made the plans,
Who gathered everyone around.
The moment that I stepped away,
The whole thing crumbled down.

[Verse 4]
Still saw your pictures on the screen,
Still laughing in the same old places.
It shouldn't sting, but something burned—
The ghost of my own making.

[Chorus]
I tried to change you into something
You were never meant to be.
Asked for depth you couldn't offer,
While you asked for who I used to be.

[Bridge]
So I went looking for a different kind,
For people who know how to stay.
Who understand that love takes work,
Not just showing up to play.

[Verse 5]
Some nights the resentment lingers,
Why couldn't you have helped me stand?
But I was wrong to try and mould you—
Can't make water into land.

[Verse 6]
Now I choose the ones who choose me back,
Who tend the garden, pull the weeds.
It's okay to start again,
To only keep what feeds.

[Chorus]
We both just needed different things,
And neither one could see.
You weren't wrong, and I wasn't either—
We just outgrew what used to be.

[Outro]
The door's not locked if you come knocking,
But I won't chase what doesn't grow.
Some bonds are meant for seasons,
And it's okay to let them go.

Water into land

There are moments in life when the world seems to turn its face away...when promises grow quiet, relationships fracture, dreams crumble, and we feel as though we’ve been pushed to the edges and overlooked. In those places, the enemy whispers, “You are unseen. Unwanted. Unvalued.”  

But God speaks a different word.

In the silence, He leans close and whispers:
“I see every tear you cry.”

The God of the universe is not distant from pain. Scripture tells us:
“The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
~Psalm 34:18

He is the One who defends the mistreated, lifts the lowly, and gathers the weak into His arms. Where we see ruins, He sees the beginning of restoration. Where we see broken pieces, He sees the material for glory.

Nothing in your life is wasted in His hands.
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You See The Forgotten

When the world turns its face away,
And I’m left in the shadows alone,
When the promise fades into silence,
And I feel like I’ve lost my home...
Still You whisper in the darkness,
“I see every tear you cry.”
You’re the God who holds the helpless,
You don’t leave the weak behind.

Lord, You see the forgotten,
You defend the mistreated,
You take what seems hopeless
And write redemption in it.
Even my broken places
Are woven into Your story...
Your grace reaches farther,
Farther than my failures and my sorrow.

In the ashes of disappointment,
In the ruins of all I’ve dreamed,
You are sowing seeds of mercy,
Calling dead hearts to believe.
You’re the God who lifts the lowly,
Who brings beauty out of pain,
You take shame and turn it to glory...
You make deserts bloom with rain.

Lord, You see the forgotten,
You defend the mistreated,
You take what seems hopeless
And write redemption in it.
Even my broken places
Are woven into Your story-
Your grace reaches farther,
Farther than my failures and my sorrow.

Nothing wasted, nothing lost,
In Your hands it all belongs.
Every tear and every cross,
You are making right from wrong.
In the waiting, in the night,
You are still the God who fights...
For the weak and for the worn,
Every heart that feels forlorn.

Yes, You see the forgotten,
You defend the mistreated,
You take what was hopeless
And write redemption in it.
Even my broken pieces
Are lifted up for Your glory...
Your grace reaches farther,
Farther than my failures and my story.

Your grace reaches farther...
Farther than my failures.

Lyrics by Kelly Ross-Hagans
ASCAP# 933267035
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