There’s a sorrow to the rhythm
That echoes through the night.
I try to picture where it goes
But to it, I find I’m blind.
I grind up glass to coat my tongue
And bite these words of mine,
But all I taste upon my lips
Is this mockery of life.

There’s a raindrop in the ocean
But it’s lost by its design.
If a thousand men stand up and shout
Then is any voice still mine?
Am I made to be a villain,
Though I try to be a saint.
Would it matter if I tried to change
Or is all of it the same?

Why
Is it kept from me?
If I’m
To be saved then
Why
Can’t I see?

Do you shake with weakness
Or does your heart shout out with flames?
If you let go of all you hold
Will some savior know your name?
If you fight for your disaster
Or if you let go with such ease
Does the ending shutter down until
You finally make your peace?

Why
Is it kept from me?
If I’m
To be saved then
Why
Can’t I see?

Make amends with the feel
Of granite in your hands.
There’s no answer to your plight
Buried in the ash.
So take the gravel your heart holds
And spread it on the flames.
Breathe in your antistrophe,
You’ve come back home again.

Why
Is it kept from me?
If I’m
To be saved then
Why
Can’t I see?

Make amends with the feel
Of granite in your hands.
There’s no answer to your plight
Buried in the ash.
So take the gravel your heart holds
And spread it on the flames.
Breathe in your antistrophe,
You’ve come back home again.