Faith

How a faith becomes profound A lake lifts from the ground Find the demon and dove both share In the evening you dress with care Now the desert breaks you down And from the sweat and drought Comes the feeling you're not quite there Kiss the god of salt and air What it eats and what it shows What progresses and what can pose Just like a ghost in ghost-like clothes The eager monsters fear their souls Will come forth naked and all alone Will come forth crying and tell the whole Of their starvation Of love not shown Of ghosts created And turned to gold That's how we live Between pain and hopelessness But if our monsters could hold our souls They might tell of love, of holes That we all carry That we are reflected in Imperfection never leaves And the pain you feel you'll always feel a bit But in the moment Of knowing what we've known Of seeing every ghost And giving it a home We just might grow We just might grow We just might grow We just might grow We just might grow We just might grow We just might grow We just might grow