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