Letras
He stood alone inside the sound
Where angels whisper, breaking down
A boy with hymns he couldn't name
But sang them just the same
He reached for notes that weren't yet born
On tides of joy, on tears well worn
He never said the sacred word
But heaven heard
He gave a six but not the seventh
Held his breath before the heaven
Did he fear he'd fly too close
Or did he know what mattered most
A prayer not finished still can rise
Like morning light in clouded skies
And echo long beyond the stage
The silence sings the final page, he came as sins
He carved the loom with trembling grace
Each one a mirror, not a phrase
A voice so pure it couldn't lie
Too young to fade goodbye
He built a chapel out of air
And laid his hallelujah there
Not to impress not to be seen but just to lean
He gave us six but not the seventh Held his breath
Before the heaven Did he fear he lose the way
Or did he leave a place to pray
A song unfinished makes us feel
The depth of wounds that never heal
The holiest art is never whole
It leaves a crack that calls the soul
He gave us soul
Our prayer was more than harmony
It was His breath, His grief, His plea
Not just arrangement, not design
But a doorway to the divine
So if you listen really here
It's not the notes, it's what drew near
Not His perfection, but His need
That made the angels lean and weak
He gave us six, but not the seventh
Left the crown just out of reverence
Not every saint wears shoes of gold
Some simply break and don't grow old
But oh how brightly He still shines
In that word he never signed
A prayer still drifting through the air
We only found it
Cause he left it there