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A song written at street level, not from a place of answers but from a place of questions. It moves through doubt, shame, and the need to be seen without trying to resolve or clean them up. “Through God’s Eyes” stays with the experience of being small, being tired, and still speaking a name into the dark — and lets that be the song.
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“Through God’s Eyes” belongs to a series of recordings made as part of Project 24 / South Street Studio — an ongoing experiment in sound, restraint, and presence. These songs are built slowly, without urgency or pressure to resolve into something dramatic. They are not meant to impress. They are meant to be lived with.
Headphones recommended.
Best heard late.
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Copyright © Project 24 / South Street Studio
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Through God's Eyes

Through Gods eyes I watch my shadow shake on this cold floor
Through Gods eyes I am smaller than the dust on my own skin
You ever feel your heartbeat begging for a reason to be sore
I touch the silence touch it twice and let the aching in

The church light flickers gold then blue then gone
My hands hold nothing just old air and old sin
I speak your name soft soft so no one hears me call
But the walls lean in like they know where I have been

If I fall again tonight will you see me at all
If I drown in my doubt will you hear this thin thin cry

Through Gods eyes compassion flows like a river slow and low
Where all the weary all the weary all the weary go
I am broken I am broken but you say I still belong
You lift my shaking breath and turn it into song

I walk the streets where every window shows a better life
Kids throw jokes at the moon I just throw stones at my pride
Under a busted lamp I count each failure like a knife
Then hear a quiet voice say boy you do not have to hide

If I give you all my ruin all my bitter little wars
Will you write a different ending on these tired torn doors