I shield my senses
How sensitive
To sight
Sound
I reveal so little
'Cause you burrow holes in my defenses
How senseless
To begin with
Drawn lines
Hands in mid-gesture
Hard times
For soft hearts
How sensitive
The reverb of hurt
The wise feel
What's hidden beneath
Arms rise
In gesture
Hearts return
To center
It echoes from I to we
It reverbs from I to we
It echoes from I as we
Bow down in reverse
From the eye we see
The wounds we carry
And it echoes in reverse
As we return
I reveal my shadow
How insensitive
To deny it the ground
I reveal its potential
'Cause it'll burrow into the walls of my defenses
Drawn lines
Hands in mid-gesture
Hard times
For soft hearts
How sensitive
The reverb of hurt
The wise feel
What's hidden beneath
Arms rise
In gesture
Hearts return
To center
It echoes from I to we
It reverbs from I to we
It echoes from I as we
Bow down in reverse
From the eye we see
The wounds we carry
And it echoes in reverse
As we return
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