With my choices made All the pieces stay behind In this weighing place And the cracks are cold lie From the highest high Falls another brother You stay in this weighing place With the rest of the dirt I have done All I can to keep you alive From a different place
In a glare of a bright light In loving arms built on faith We are tangible And accepting of our place All the pieces you said good hand Stored inside of life I am here, your side You have learned a piece of mine Inside a prying light I am here, your side