When the calloused my skin broke my bones that left me bleeding, through the darkest storms he was there. Now I'm still breathing. --Judah and the Lion

So paint the colors of fall on my heart, so I'll remember to carry through the pain and the cold of the winter. -Judah and the Lion

Seasons come and they go, like the dust on that old dirt road. I try and fight to take it slow, but the ground keeps moving on its own. -Judah and the Lion