Through the windows of my aching heart

I see the hands that keep me alive

I feel pain throwing his darts

I now know the cry of a broken soul

Death has visited me time and again on this narrow road

But faith keeps me turning every curve

Although cracks open the floor from under my feet

I keep standing holding my bottle of tears    

When your heart breaks into a million pieces

With every strand torn by it’s roots

Your mind falls from weakened foundations

And your soul drowns in a bloody rush

From this painful sorrow does epiphany strike

I am carved in the hands of mercy

True beauty is born in such distorted times

Where faith grows in love and love grows in faith