Tim Be Told - The Symphony Compose Me Ukulele

F		G		Am	F
Clinging to earth, hanging by a thread
F		G		Am 		F
Naked from my birth, nothing when I'm dead
Am 		G		F		F
Cut me down, I'm almost ready to fall into your grace
Am 		G		F		F
I'm a mess, but you'll be steady if I land on my face

F			Am	
Compose me like a symphony
G			F
I will be yours

Silence breaks me in, broken for so long
If I never sing again, my soul will be my song
Write me down into this tory in pages of your love
If I fail you suffered for me; This hope will be enough

Am		
I feel it lift me up
G	F
I feel it lift me up
Am G Am  F	 F   Am			(Every syllable. Or else just Am F Am)
This could be beautiful
Am		
I feel you lift me up
G	F
I feel it lift me up