Struggled through another dawn, another break of blood and brawn

Cracked my own bones, split my own veins

Broke up my courage just to remain

And then I gave

my life


until i could breathe under concrete and grain



I am good for nothing else

Riddled with agony, an aching mess

Of cuts and gaping wounds, trauma and


Just threaded together, barely, by the strings of your grace.

Nobody can know me as You do, so I burn to know you

When the tidal wave of nothingness climbs its way into my lungs

There is nobody to give me breath except for you, King

You are the only reason I still sing