Inside, broken, alive

Hollow me 

Hollow you 

Dig in deep and plant a seed.

Water it daily and watch it grow.

We can know much more. 

Fruit and fantasy in stow.

Broken plates upon are backs

How did we get off track?

Voice and light call us back 

To the narrow road we must go. 

Sheep we shear beside the journeys tide. 

This wave we must ride. 

Boats and tunnels,

Shapes and swallows 

Fling upwind by and by. 

Stained by windows open, painted in our minds. 

These are not ours to own

These are not ours to own

But we can burn them behind locked doors 

Smashed wide open with the Spirits sword.

We were not made to be broken

We were not made to be broken. 

Hurt you

Hurt me

Let Him fill us and we will grow.