(Beth Nielsen Chapman/Allen Shamblin)



She says she hates me- and not to call


She's used her pain to build a concrete wall

But that's not who she is
She's rolled her angry words into a fist

That's not who she is




I slammed the phone down hard and walked outside
I wrote her off that day as if she'd died

Said if she burns in hell, well I won't give a damn

But that's not who I am,

That's not who I am


Lost behind the masks we wear



The barbed wire fences of our fear
We drag each other through these tears


And strike the wounds that scar
But that's not who we are

That's not who we are



Someday I'll hold her, for this I pray

That time and grace will roll the stone away


And we'll love each other with open hearts
Just for who we are

Just for who we are



A mother who gave all she could


A child who tried to just be good
We reach and fall so far
In father brother sisterhood


Like dust of ancient stars

That's just who we are

Dust of ancient stars

That's just who we are