I'm paralyzed from the heart up
I poured the thoughts right out my head
Right into a measuring cup cuz that's what they said
I spill them out onto the page
Watch them take their shape
They form a seven-story building
With eyelids for the windows
Emeralds as the padlocked gates
I hopscotch to the door and I try to get in
I cry my God where am I?
What is this place with painted skies?
A 30 second reply in bird-like song
And the padlocks fall down
Running to the door I see
A life size pumping heart in front of me
And I found it, it's mine, it's mine, it's me
It's mine, it's mine, you see
It's mine, it's got to be
I pull at the words to see it beat
I prod at the veins to know it's me
Proclaim that this day has got to be my miracle
And I found it, it's mine, it's mine, it's me
It's mine, it's mine, you see
It's mine, it's got to be