We both play the same hurt game
If there is no time to dwell
There's no room for sorrow
(We once thought)
But in the space there is pain & grace
The clouds roll through
And the wind blows new
And we've fought it out alone
Come back to being home
We were never disconnected,
It's just the hurt game we play
But now were flying free at dusk
The wild berry popsicles drip
And there is a stunning silver river,
painted in the sky
It sings of hope and change, and new
painted in the sky
It sings of hope and change, and new
Our eyes stay
In all there is grace
Let go of the hurt games we play
