There’ll be no more running round for me,
No more backing down, you’ll see —
Whatever lies in store for me,
I’ll get through it
There’ll be no more going half the way,
You'd better listen to these words I say —
Whatever ties they bound to me,
I’ll cut through them
Now I found some
Grace beneath the judge's gavel,
Grace among my brothers on the firing line,
Grace upon this road less travelled,
Grace beneath the pines, the pines,
Grace beneath the pines
There’ll be no more running round for me,
No more going down, you’ll see —
The line is drawn; my enemy
Better stay behind it
There’ll be no more lifting half the weight,
My will is strong, my back is straight —
Whatever lies they told to me,
I’ll see through them
Now I found some
Grace beneath the judge's gavel,
Grace among my brothers on the firing line,
Grace upon this road less travelled,
Grace beneath the pines, the pines,
Grace beneath the pines
There’ll be no more running round for me,
No more going down, you’ll see —
I’ll get through this
Now I found some
Grace beneath the judge's gavel,
Grace among my brothers on the firing line,
Grace upon this road less travelled,
Grace beneath the pines, the pines,
Grace beneath the pines
