The Thickets and the Fire
A rusty lunchbox still will hold an apple.
A squeaky door still closes out the noise.
A dammed brook still finds the will to babble.
A child still loves her broken toys.
I've traveled through the thickets and the fire.
I've given up my soul for skies of blue.
But your eyes still hold a deep desire.
I am broken but I am whole to you.
I am broken but I am whole to you.
An inferno is born from dying embers.
A prisoner may see a beam of sun.
A dying man still loves who he remembers,
Even as he knows his story's almost done.
I've traveled through the thickets and the fire.
I've given up my soul for skies of blue.
But your eyes still hold a deep desire.
I am broken but I am whole to you.
I am broken but I am whole to you.
The scars form a jagged cartograph.
The bruises are deep friends from long ago.
But it's early to write my epitaph,
You've found my quiet sunshine in the snow.
For the wilted flower feeds the earth its flesh.
A nova makes way for stars anew.
And as the cosmic dust will coalesce,
So will my soul be channeled into you.
I've traveled through the thickets and the fire.
I've given up my soul for skies of blue.
But your eyes still hold a deep desire.
I am broken but I am whole to you.
I'm not broken, I'm in pieces for you.
A squeaky door still closes out the noise.
A dammed brook still finds the will to babble.
A child still loves her broken toys.
I've traveled through the thickets and the fire.
I've given up my soul for skies of blue.
But your eyes still hold a deep desire.
I am broken but I am whole to you.
I am broken but I am whole to you.
An inferno is born from dying embers.
A prisoner may see a beam of sun.
A dying man still loves who he remembers,
Even as he knows his story's almost done.
I've traveled through the thickets and the fire.
I've given up my soul for skies of blue.
But your eyes still hold a deep desire.
I am broken but I am whole to you.
I am broken but I am whole to you.
The scars form a jagged cartograph.
The bruises are deep friends from long ago.
But it's early to write my epitaph,
You've found my quiet sunshine in the snow.
For the wilted flower feeds the earth its flesh.
A nova makes way for stars anew.
And as the cosmic dust will coalesce,
So will my soul be channeled into you.
I've traveled through the thickets and the fire.
I've given up my soul for skies of blue.
But your eyes still hold a deep desire.
I am broken but I am whole to you.
I'm not broken, I'm in pieces for you.
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Patrick Holland, Jennifer L Dutiel
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