It Is Well

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