Lift your head up to the sky
See the leviathans passing by
Light as the wings of a butterfly
Breathe in the moist of forest leaves
Inside her little world she never leaves
But each of us deserves what she believes
Through the cracks in the wall
Our fears begin to crawl
Waking us in cold sweat
Telling things we wish to forget
You see the gaps on the shelf?
Yes, God is kind and she will help
But still the book won’t write itself
It takes a breath to stop the panting
It takes a brush to fix the painting
And it’s you who does the mending
Through the cracks in the wall
Our hopes begin to grow
Wrapped in scents of moss and ember
Telling things we need to remember
Through the cracks in our trust
A new sap starts to crust
Bringing peace at last