Oh whoa whoa
Oh whoa whoa ooh
The war inside of me
Overtime compressed with me
Drawn out, burnt up
Half the time I'm scared to dream
The possibilities that yearn through
Aching it's not forsaken
Oh oh
It is well
It is well with my soul
Oh oh
It is well
It is well with my soul
The probability forced for open fields
It's been grinded, yielded ooh
Word's of promises
Echo through my slur
What is life?
What is life without you?
I hear a whisper ooh
Like a thump engraved in me
Calling out, stirring in, changing
I hear a whisper ooh
Like a thump engraved in me
Calling out, stirring in, changing
Oh oh
It is well
It is well with my soul
Oh oh
It is well
It is well with my soul
Oh whoa whoa
Oh whoa whoa ooh
Oh whoa whoa
Oh whoa whoa ooh
Oh oh
It is well
It is well with my soul
Oh oh
It is well
It is well with my soul
