God, let her listen

With ears to the ground.

Let voiceless approval

Turn into sound.


In death there are hidden, invisible keys

That only when swallowed

Reveal where they lead.


Life is a mess

We wake up to,

A single thread of a deeper truth.


Is this a graveyard

To bury her heart?

Or is it a garden,

Where new life will start.


‘Cause God, when life here ends,

We'll beg you for more.

In temper we'll hate you,

But please keep no score.


Life, it is a mess we wake up to,

A single thread of a deeper truth