[Verse 1] Years ago, we were falling apart My wife and my son, sharp words, hard hearts I came home from work, and there he stood In the front yard, hurt and no good She threw him out, and he talked back loud Two proud souls standing in the same crowd I didn't know what to say, what to do Just stood in the middle, split in two [Pre-Chorus] So we sat down on Sunday light Told the Bishop what it felt like He looked at us, calm and slow Said, "There are things you need to know" [Chorus] Pick your battle Let the small things go Pick your battle Don't let the big ones grow Easy words can burn Hard truth takes time Pick your battle And keep the line [Verse 2] Little things fade like dust on the floor A slamming door, a tone, a score But when it's love, and home, and trust You can't just shove it under the dust I learned to listen, she learned to breathe He learned a little from what he'd see And all that anger, it didn't win When grace walked in and stayed there again [Pre-Chorus] So we sat down on Sunday light Told the Bishop what it felt like He said, "Hold on when the stakes are high And let the little fires die" [Chorus] Pick your battle Let the small things go Pick your battle Don't let the big ones grow Easy words can burn Hard truth takes time Pick your battle And keep the line [Bridge] Now I see it clear as day Love can bend, or love can break Not every fight deserves a name Not every wound should stay the same [Final Chorus] Pick your battle Let the small things go Pick your battle Don't let the big ones grow Easy words can burn Hard truth takes time Pick your battle And keep the line Pick your battle Let the small things go Pick your battle And keep the home whole
0/500