I just spoke silence with the seeker next to me
She had a heart with hesitant, halting speech.
That turned to mine and asked belligerently
“What do I live for?”
I see the scars of searches everywhere I go
From hearts to wars to literature to radio
There’s a question like a shame no one will show
“What do I live for?”
There is truth in little corners of our lives
There are hints of it in songs and children’s eyes
It’s familiar, like an ancient lullaby
“What do I live for?”
We are squandering this life
Using people like ladders and words like knives
Using bodies like money and truth like lies
If we’ve eyes to see
If we’ve ears to hear
To find it in our hearts and mouths
The word that saves is near
Shed that shallow skin
Come and live again
Leave all you were before
To believe is to begin