Bad Blood

You fixed your eyes on us, Your flesh and blood, A sculpture of water And unsettled dust. When there was bad blood in us, We learned our lesson: Genesis to the last generation. So we wrestle with it all- The concept of grace And the faithful concrete As it breaks our fall. Our questions are all the same. Identical words; how they feel brand new against different time frames. Identical words against different time frames. We know it all by heart The whole is greater Than the sum of its parts We've heard it all before In beauty there echoes a speck of our source. In beauty there echoes a speck of our source. Like firewood, Burning bright In the dead of winter, By only a flicker We cling to this life. So we huddle over maps; Is it faith or prediction, Will or tradition Until we collapse? We argue our bearings Until we collapse. We study our story arcs Inherently good, Or were we broken right from the start? Our hesitant fingerprints Trace every mountain, Lace every valley Until we're convinced... That we know it all by heart- Every blade of grass Bears our mark. In the name of being brave, Though it's just another word for being afraid. We know it all by heart- The whole is so much greater Than the sum of these parts. We've heard the truth before, For in beauty there echoes a speck of our source. In beauty there echoes a speck of our source. In beauty there echoes a speck of our source