She calls out, "I love you!" I can hear it through the cracks Of these doors, of these walls, as it echoes, bounces back It pries my heart open, as the joy does for the children For the humble hidden deep within this skin, pouring out, Pouring in, pouring out, pouring in, pouring out, pouring in…
I am driver to the wheel, I am steady, I am swerving I am blind, running quickly, I am echo to the sapling She calls out to love, "I can hear you through the cracks!" And the door to be opened, with a turn-key, with a sighing, As slivers fall in splinters, with a rainfall, as a cry She call's out to love, "There's an echo I am following, I am backwards and evolving Concave and expanding A whistle to the train And the tracks separating I am bone-bent and wavering Roots deep and unswaying" Half her voice bounces back, and the rest escapes Through the cracks…