Exhaled

Lying to liars
And stealing from thieves
Issued a feather to build ourselves a faith
They stayed and broke the deal
All the fists we saw in the air
Were. Opened into hands
And now hone grinds like grain

Building these windows from stone and steel
To keep us from seeing the skies full of birds
They said it was safer inside
All the smoke we saw in the air
Was all there was still free
And now bone grinds like grain

From this house of loving hurt
You will not need those keys to leave
As these chimneys like lungs will exhale
Your uprising into free heavens
After it's parted from flesh-
From this house of loving hurt
You will not need those keys to leave
After dreams are pulled apart