Through our insides we ache and turn,
for the lives we ash out in urn.
We hold on,
and we walk through shattered porcelain.
soft we lay them down,
under stone...
Are you drowning in the grieving?
Colors greying when you see?
Clarity and love are waiting through the fold.
Through the grieving you can hold.
for the lives we ash out in urn.
We hold on,
and we walk through shattered porcelain.
soft we lay them down,
under stone...
Are you drowning in the grieving?
Colors greying when you see?
Clarity and love are waiting through the fold.
Through the grieving you can hold.