If the angels sang in silence,
In the portrait on your wall,
Would you see the red lips moving,
Telling stories of their Fall?

If you walked along a pathway,
Neither street nor silent wood,
Would you go to all the places,
That you never thought you could?

If you smiled a little warmer,
At the girl who passed you by,
Would you look closer at her bruises,
And think to ask her why?

If the darkness held some colour,
For the spirits locked away,
Would you paint a better picture,
Of a shining summer's day?

If your mother held her arms out,
And laughed through all the tears,
Would you take her place of power,
And hold back all her fears?

We always think we notice,
But we still stand too far back,
To see what's right before us,
And perceive just what we lack,

It's a humble sort of vision,
When you let go of the wheel,
When you breathe the sweet air blowing,
And take the chance to feel.