How can I teach myself to care
When my soul has been left out to bare
All the sins of my desire constructed in slate
Delivering me to your door, not a second too late
How do I make a brick from dust
Cast the mold that cracks like our trust
The foundation, powder and fine
With each attempt, I’m running out of time
I’m tied to this waste land at my core
Leaving is now a possibility but I’m just not sure
There is only one soil with this soul
Can it rebuild, hold the weight, pay the toll?
There is only one way to know
To see if anything will grow
Open myself up and let it go
And maybe the first seed will show
- it will take everything to have a chance at anything