EVERYTHING

Fold Zandura

Late, winter light
Folds the air, fills my eyes
There against the sky
I call on faith with arms stretched high

and would you know how much I love you?
Would you feel the way that I do?
If I told you all the things that move my soul
And while the world is turning darkly
Would you still be the earth beneath me?
If I tell you everything, would I be sure?

down the path we're on
We cannot turn,
We cannot run
Here, we share our wounds
How we embrace what we become!