I filled my lungs with sun and rain and colored with my breath
I watched the world turn black and blue as I exhaled myself

The hues of bruise became my skin and blended with the air
And people walked through parts of me while strangely unaware

I felt this more than I could say - the presence of their flesh
A fitted suit upon the bones of something painted fresh

Like tempered glass and hard as stone, impossible to break
They bore a face of disarray and hid inside their ache

With open hands they welcomed in the fever of their ways
But failed to build upon the rock that was before their days

And this is how the place we see became what we call "home"
A sad excuse we sold ourselves when we trailed off alone