my eyes don't see, my mind doesn't know, but oh, what my heart hears

If you knew what I knew you wouldn't have to find space to fit despair, for it would consume you.
If I knew what you knew, would I have found that space inside God that didn't require my blood sacrifice?

We have paid the price. Of doubt, of failures.

Every cut you make tears another hole in me.

I don't believe in redemption, but I do believe in change.