I will hold my own
A bounding knot tied tight
Hands of the heart, running hot
I am safe
A quiet ward
Holding the weight of words
Our living thoughts
Like streaming souls
I keep them close
As tyrants take
I'll hold my own
I am safe
They will carve us all to open space
If we leave ourselves
With just our self to chase
I'll stay here
If only to be planted in the earth
Lay me in it deep
Soak me in the silt
Body full of death
Keeping ghosts awake
Hands of the heart, running hot
Melding time into shapes
I'll stay here
Fading in the strange rapture of care
Like "the nothing that is"
The noise in the quiet that's always
Been there
As tyrants take
I'll hold my own
I am safe
Hey will carve us all to open space
If we leave ourselves
With just our self to chase
I'll stay here