I wrote a song for your sisternHer stomach pumped charcoal and drugsnI wrote a song for your sisternBut she folded it fourteen times upnAnd your father felt Satan in HiltonnAnd the Lord saw the bad from his bonesnAnd oh, when I touch you, I feel younCloser than ever beforennRaise up and be strong, O LordnOh, be calm, ohnOh, be strong, oh my God, be strongnnI know your dad left your mothernBefore you can probably recallnBut I hear the strength in your vocalsnDeciding that you can move onnAnd I picked you up dead in the forestnWith your shirt all folded up to your armsnYour dad pinned you to walls in the kitchennAnd he pinned you to walls in your heartnnSo raise up and be calm, O LordnOh, be calmnOh, be strong, oh my Goddamn be strongnnSo I'll write one more song for this cabinnWe're cementing and the rocks to stand firmnAnd I'll write one more song for my cousinnWho bought all the drugs in her armsnAnd I hide a dream of our familiesnAbout as bad as the dream of her kidsnIn it we stood like our familiesnNever scared, never crying it seemsnnSo I wrote a song for your JesusnYou say if I'm lucky I'll call Him mine toonAnd I sat there, just churchside I'm weepingnMy believing is finally throughnSo I'll write a song for my JesusnIf I'm lucky you can call Him yours toonHe looked at me just like His familynSaying, Andy, we're not through till we're throughnnSo shut upnAnd be calm, ohnI am strong, ohnAnd be calmnI am strongnJust be calm, strongnJust be calmnJust be calmnJust be calm