You Have My Word

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They can’t wield a knife but you wear their scars
They can’t shatter glass but they broke your hear
The ones left unsaid are the ones that hurt the most
Every night the silence haunts you like a ghost
The only ones you’ve known have been a lie

There’s red ones in a black book that tell us right from wrong
But every man chooses the ones to call his own
The ones I say to you I say with my heart
As honest as a prayer in Sunday church
You have my word

I carved em in that oak tree where we kissed neath the stars
I wear them on my skin, this tattoo on my arm
The ones I said to you, down on one knee
Hoping that you’d say the right one back to me
I lay them on your pillow with a rose

There’s red ones in a black book that tell us right from wrong
But every man chooses the ones to call his own
The ones I say to you I say with my heart
As honest as a prayer in Sunday church
You have my word

Stronger than a mother’s love
You can count on them like each day comes
As fertile as any farmer’s dirt
The sweetest sound you ever heard
No matter where you go on this earth
You have my word