I have been here before
And the loneliness rings like a church bell
All of the voices tell me to seek light
As if my prayers will fix the cracks
Cracks in my heart and cracks in my bones

But I don't know any god
I have only ever known myself
And prayers fixed nothing
And prayers did not heal me

The healing was mixed inside of change
That painted over the walls I used to build
So that when I let them crumble to my feet
I would not be standing over nothing

I am in the midst of colors that look like you
And colors that look like me
And there are swirls of words
That I thought some type of god might see

I am ringing the church bell
And the lights are on me
And I will never forget
That my loneliness
Became healing