Finding Grace is about trying to keep going when life feels impossibly heavy. It’s a song about the quiet kind of strength . . the kind that shows up when no one’s watching, when you’re holding it together even as you’re falling apart inside.
The song was written as a reminder that healing doesn’t have to be loud. It’s for anyone who’s ever struggled to believe in themselves, who’s carried more than they should have, and who’s still searching for a way to keep hope alive. Sometimes grace isn’t about being graceful . . it’s about choosing to move forward anyway.
Fighting battles I can't even see, (ohhh)
Breathing feels like bravery to me.
The weight of the world’s heavy, can’t lie,
But every tear’s just proof I’m alive.
It’s easy to break, it’s easy to bend,
But I’m holding on 'til the bitter end. (mmm)
Every scar's a map, every wound’s a sign,
I'm walking the line, I'm walking the line.
When the world gets loud, I sing it softer (ohhh).
Every war inside, it only makes me stronger.
Grace is the armor I wear through the night,
It’s not easy to stay, but I’ll fight the fight.
(mmm, I’ll fight the fight).
Every song’s a mirror of my pain,
A melody that dances in the rain.
When it’s dark, I hear it crystal clear,
The hardest truths are the ones we fear.
It’s easy to close, it’s easy to fall,
But I’m reaching out when I’ve hit the wall.
Every breath’s a win, every step’s a climb,
I'm finding my light, I’m finding my light.
When the world gets loud, I sing it softer (ohhh).
Every war inside, it only makes me stronger.
Grace is the armor I wear through the night,
It’s not easy to stay, but I’ll fight the fight.
Kindness isn’t weakness, it’s a quiet roar,
Standing here softer than I was before.
Battered and bruised, but my heart’s still wide,
Choosing grace when it’s hard to decide.
When the world gets loud, I sing it softer (ohhh).
Every war inside, it only makes me stronger.
Grace is the armor I wear through the night,
It’s not easy to stay, but I’ll fight the fight.
(mmm, I’ll fight the fight).
Every breath I take, that’s defiance, you see (ohhh).
This is life, it’s raw, but it’s still poetry.
Holding on tight, I’m not letting go,
Through the struggle, that’s how I grow.