Crosses

Cold white crosses

Lay down,
Empty graves
Our burdens,
Built to fade

Cold white crosses

And when we were designed
They blessed us with our curse

These broken lines draw me in
This thorn in my side from my maker

Cold white crosses

And when they press the nail into my palm
And I can feel my worth

These broken lines
Draw me in
This thorn in my side
From my maker

Cold white crosses



Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Douglas Valdez, Eric Anthony Riley
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