I wrote a song for your sister   Her stomach pumped charcoal and drugs   I wrote a song for your sister   But she folded it fourteen times up   And your father felt Satan in Hilton   And the Lord saw the bad from his bones   And oh, when I touch you, I feel you   Closer than ever before      Raise up and be strong, O Lord   Oh, be calm, oh   Oh, be strong, oh my God, be strong      I know your dad left your mother   Before you can probably recall   But I hear the strength in your vocals   Deciding that you can move on   And I picked you up dead in the forest   With your shirt all folded up to your arms   Your dad pinned you to walls in the kitchen   And he pinned you to walls in your heart      So raise up and be calm, O Lord   Oh, be calm   Oh, be strong, oh my Goddamn be strong      So I'll write one more song for this cabin   We're cementing and the rocks to stand firm   And I'll write one more song for my cousin   Who bought all the drugs in her arms   And I hide a dream of our families   About as bad as the dream of her kids   In it we stood like our families   Never scared, never crying it seems      So I wrote a song for your Jesus   You say if I'm lucky I'll call Him mine too   And I sat there, just churchside I'm weeping   My believing is finally through   So I'll write a song for my Jesus   If I'm lucky you can call Him yours too   He looked at me just like His family   Saying, "Andy, we're not through till we're through"      So shut up   And be calm, oh   I am strong, oh   And be calm   I am strong   Just be calm, strong   Just be calm   Just be calm   Just be calm