No pressure
But the time is running thin
No pressure
But the walls are caving in
No pressure
But your dreams are just too big
No pressure
But God is just a fig-
Ment of your imagination
And the world speaks
Through these cracks it leaks
The death meant to destroy
And steal my joy
Pressure
It’s not on me but on Him
Pressure
To lift up a hymn
Pressure
To dream without limit
Pressure
To trust that He’s in it
Pressure
But God changes the ending
And He speaks
Through these cracks it leaks
Life meant to grow and strengthen
So as the world speaks I won’t weaken
