Dylan Pieper - Dear Disheartened Writers lyrics

I love you Most abstractly Your trenches Are a feat to climb With us come Side by side There is nothing To be lesser than Hands sore, yes Mind complains, sure It's a wild path In these itchy forests At a glace "What the hell, no!" Is normal, once repeated "No" fades away Share our sight Looking down and up In the trench In the sky Label I not Label you not Label us not Label we not For this is untouchable Like the great idea of God The lens we have Sees many angles So why not point our eyes In all directions?