I was not born brave
I grew into my ferocity
like a lion
growing into his roar.

I was not born in the cosmos; nor was I born in the fields
I was born behind a curtain
she cut it open, oh, she cut it open

I was foolish until I was not,
I was scared until I was not,
I was silent until I was not,
there is little that we have left.

I was not born a king; nor was I born a peasant
sunflowers bow to no one, lambs and lions rejoice
everyone has been here before; and here we are again

the ash falls, the fire crackles
we have all sinned in this life and others
blood stains red on all upturned palms
we hold hands.

the heart has many vessels,
the cathedral stood tall, unreachable
the bike was broken, the bike was there.