Brick By Broken Brick
What We're Afraid Of
When does the sun rise? The night hides the end of the long walk home We crawl on our chests, and only just Forgetting that we have feet We should use our hearts like we use our hands Now, take hold A long time ago I made a claim And that claim made me whole But, I'm half of a whole of who I should be It's about time I drew a line in the sand So, bring me my heart Make a man out of me The son has risen The son has risen already Let the heart he's created Pump blood to the legs that walk this out