I’m still here
been 9 days
and I’m under
my fingers are white
and my mouth is dry
but you can still see my heart beating
through cracked mud
so I just breathe
like someone told me once
a long long time ago
and the song of ages
releals itself to me again
the melody so true
it makes me crazy sometimes
and this holy sound
envelops me with colorful wings
and I begin to cry
the tears of ages
wash the dirt from my eyes
the muck of thought
this dangerous language
washed away
washed away
