Hold Still

Why is it impossible now

To trace every echo

Back to its birth?

Why is it impossible now

To kiss every fever away?

There is truth that's hiding

Behind every wall that surrounds us.

It takes a lifetime

To pull the bricks away.

Why is it impossible now to know?

(Is this the way to understand?)

With the weakest of ears

We'll try only to hear

The sound of our voice,

Louder than fear of waking up

Alone.

Let conversations carry

The unraveling of skin.

The ink will pour an answer

In children's handwriting.

If all words are cameras,

Hold still.

Shutters slide to unveil

Fingerprints of angels

And a language made of film.

With surgical precision,

We'll cut every piece into order.

And beneath soft faces,

We'll climb halfway to God.

Why is it impossible now to know?

(Is this the way to understand?)

Why is it impossible now

To trace every echo

Back to it's birth?