They (D)say

You’re the King of ev ’ry (Bm)thing, the One who taught the wind to (F#m)sing, the source of the rhy thm my (G)heart keeps beat (G)ing.

And they say You can give the blind their (Bm)sight and You can bring the dead to (F#m)life.

You can be the hope my (G)soul’s been seek (G)ing.

I (D)wan na tell You now that I be lieve it, I (Bm)wan na tell You now that I be lieve it, I (F#m)do; that You can make me (G)do.

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(A)Oh, (D)I’m an emp ty page, (D)I’m an (G)o pen book; write (A)Your sto ry (Bm)on my heart.

(D)Come on and (G)make Your mark.

(D)Au thor of my hope, (D)Mak er (G)of the stars, let (A)me be Your (Bm)work of art.

Won’t You (G)write Your sto ry on (Asus)my heart?

(D)(Write Your sto ry, write (D)Your sto ry.

(A)Come on and (D)write Your sto ry, write Your sto ry.) (G)write Your sto ry on (Asus)my heart?

My life, I know it’s nev er real ly been (Bm)mine, so do with it what ev er You (F#m)like.

I don’t know what Your plan is, but I know it’s good, (Asus)yeah.

I (G)write Your sto ry on (Asus)my heart?

I want my his to ry to be Your leg a cy.

Go a head and show this world what You’ve done in me.

And when the mu sic fades, I want my life to say,

ay, ay,

yeah, I let You (D)write Your sto ry, write Your sto ry,

(F#m)write Your sto ry, write Your sto ry.

(D)I’m an emp ty page, (D)I’m an (G)o pen book; write (A)Your sto ry (Bm)on my heart.

(D)Come on and (G)make Your mark.

(D)Au thor of my hope, (D)Mak er (G)of the stars, let (A)me be Your (Bm)work of art.

Won’t You (G)write Your sto ry on (Asus)my heart?

(D)(Write Your sto ry, write (D)Your sto ry.

(A)Come on and (D)write Your sto ry, write Your sto ry.) (G)write Your sto ry on (Asus)my heart?

(D)(Write Your sto ry, write (D)Your sto ry.

(A)Come on and (D)write Your sto ry, write Your sto ry.) (G)write Your sto ry on (Asus)my heart?