Shunned At A Funeral — Give Up The Ghost

Can you climb a mountain with your hands alone?
Trace the sky with breath that
Isn't long.
Can you steal the thunder
When it breaks your name?
Or hush the storm that calls you hidden shame?
Can
You stitch the sunrise to the edge of night?
Hold the stars in place by
Borrowed light.
Can you speak the dust
Back into bone?
Or raise a heart that's
Turned to stone
Can you cross the valley where the shadows bend?
Carry truth where all your
Meanings end.
Can you wash the stain
Beneath your skin?
Or silence was
Screaming in.
Can you weigh the ocean in your trembling palms?
Name each wave and teach it calm.
Can you outrun every
Breath you've lost?
Or pay the final
Silent cost.
When the night comes close
And the light grows thin.
When the weight you carry caves within.
When the voice inside you starts to boast.
Who
Will hold you when you
GIVE UP THE gHOST?
Whose hands do you trust your
Soul in?
When the breath runs out and the dark rolls in.
When the last word
Falls and the body goes, whose hands
Hold you when you give up the ghost
Pierced hands scarred and strong.
Help
Me there when
I went wrong.
When the race stood close, I was not alone.
I was
Held when
I gave up the ghost
When
I gave up the ghost
Can you write your name on the edge of time?
Stand unshaken at the final line
Can you bear the weight of every lie?
Or face the truth you can't deny?
Can you
Bend the cross or break the grave?
Make
Yourself the one who saves?
Can you hold
The end within your breath?
Or walk
Unburned through living death.
When the ground gives way and the sky turns cold
When the voice of fear takes hold.
When
Every strength you claimed is lost.
Who
Stands for you when you give up and go
Whose hands do you trust your soul in
When the breath runs out and the dark
Rolls in.
When the last word falls and the body goes, whose hands hold you when
You give up?
The ghost
Pierced hands
Starting strong.
Held me there when i
Went wrong.
When the grave stood close
I was not alone.
I was held when
I gave
Up the ghost.
Not by strength, not by will.
NOT BY CLIMBING SOME HIGHER HILL
Not by anything
I could claim.
Only by
The wounded name.
Blood that spoke when
Mine fell still.
Love that bent but did
Not kill.
When
I had nothing left to hold, those hands refused to let me go
WHOSE HANDS DO YOU TRUST YOUR SOUL IN
WHEN THE BREATH RUNS OUT AND THE DARK
ROLLS IN?
WHEN the last word
FALLS AND
THE BODY GOES, whose hands hold you when
You give up the gun?
Hands started strong.
Help me there when
I went wrong
When the grave stood close, I was not alone.
I was held when
I gave up the ghost
When
I give up the ghost when
I give up the