to the sky

i am broken, my song is over
my wings are clipped
i don't even want to open my mouth and
let the lies spill out anymore.
(because they'd be lies today)

you wouldn't understand if i
tried to explain what's going on in my mind
it's a battle in the trenches
all i can see is the dirt falling on my face and
closing in
(everything is closing in)

normally i can fly away from all of this
just soar over those thoughts and that pain
but now that there's holes in my feathers
and empty spaces in my heart
the only way out is through the fire
(the only way out is through this mess)

just reach down here, pick me up,
mend my brokenness and hold me
in your arms, tell me it's alright
You made me, you shaped me,
and now you lavish your love on me
(your love is the most lovely drug)

out of my lips comes a sound that
i'm afraid to sing because nobody's heard it before
after years of holding it in, i can't take it
anymore. so i am going to sing,
my Heavenly Father will hear my deepest cry.
(even broken-winged birds can sing to the sky)