Faith

How a faith becomes profound
 A lake lifts from the ground
 Find the demon and dove both share
 In the evening you dress with care
 Now the desert breaks you down
 And from the sweat and drought
 Comes the feeling you're not quite there
 Kiss the god of salt and air
 What it eats and what it shows
 What progresses and what can pose
 Just like a ghost in ghost-like clothes
 The eager monsters fear their souls
 Will come forth naked and all alone
 Will come forth crying and tell the whole
 Of their starvation
 Of love not shown
 Of ghosts created
 And turned to gold
 That's how we live
 Between pain and hopelessness
 But if our monsters could hold our souls
 They might tell of love, of holes
 That we all carry
 That we are reflected in
 Imperfection never leaves
 And the pain you feel you'll always feel a bit
 But in the moment
 Of knowing what we've known
 Of seeing every ghost
 And giving it a home
 We just might grow
 We just might grow
 We just might grow
 We just might grow
 We just might grow
 We just might grow
 We just might grow
 We just might grow