Existence

This hollow feeling

The knowledge that you exist

Amidst your insecurities

Cover up only to coward out

And never shutting up

Only to never speak aloud

Have you dried up entirely?

The walls of a church don't make it holy

It's what's authentic that completes the sum of its parts

Don't excuse yourself from life today

On the pretense of your past

You're hurt, you're broken, that's alright

This might be what it takes to wake you up

This might be what it takes to wake you up

Are you at your wits end yet?

Are you at your wits end, wits end yet, yet?

Are you at your wits end

Are you at your wits end yet?

The walls of a church don't make it holy

Security isn't glitzy or glamorous

Concrete or cohesive

Therein lies the truth

Lift your head up high

It's what we know we aren't

That makes us who we are

It's what we know we aren't

That makes us who we are

You're hurt, you're broken, that's alright

That makes us who we are (who we are)

You're hurt, you're broken, that's alright

That makes us who we are