and everything familiar that exists beneath the sun
Has gathered in the middle of the human I've become
I spend my days reflecting on the stories in my head
And they can be as heavy or as light as I will let

I'm more than I can handle when I fail to fall apart
And what I have been learning is the honesty of art
That glass is in my fingers and it shatters at my feet
But I will keep on walking so as not to miss a beat

The gardens and the valleys, they are hardly strange terrain
And even when the stones are thrown there's everything to gain
The healing in the breaking is the sum of what is true
For sometimes I can carry, other times I'm carried through