This Room Is Alive

This room’s alive

Breathing

In this moment, each one of us is leaving

All of life’s worries and troubles far behind

Speaking in tongues

Sweating blood

Rapture

Some people search their entire lives for such a cure

Screaming silently inside

Past horrors plaguing their minds

This is our release

This is our violent plea

Hearts scarred and bandaged

Souls weathered and damaged

This is our release

Our violent plea

It’s time to burn the past

Take off our self-fabricated coping masks

We’ll let each other see who we really are

With our broken limbs and battle scars

Naked, all things stripped away

You’ll see we’ve all gone through similar pains

And like children, we count and play our hiding games

But we won’t come inside when Grace calls our name

Slaves to our guilt and shame

Pointing the finger at the one who was never really to blame

Ourselves

Reopen your wounds anew

And watch the broken come to stand by you

You don’t have to feel alone

Cause I know this place could feel like home

There is no need to run and hide

When your true family is standing by your side