Broken, pain and scattered ashes
Ripped
Torn, burned and buried
What do we do when we're cut to deep to die?
How do we recover from a wound not made by weapons?
Cut, ripped, broken, torn
Do we bury our heart, or let it burn, scatter the ashes?
If I bury my heart I will pray for rain
I will offer my heart like a sacrifice
I will see it take root and sprout life again
If I bury my heart I will pray for rain
Let the rain come and wash me
Let the rain come and heal me
Let the rain come
To the daunting darkness in the sky I convulse, "Let the rain come!"
I fear not the electrified air
God is the eye of the storm
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