Architects Of Giants

Drive the skeletons back.
Let's catch our breaths.
We seem to have collapsed trying to stand but we can't accept the fall.
No we can't accept the thought of damnation as our wings grow.
Where will the fields rest our souls, if we cannot rest our bodies?
Suffer on.
Drag your legs, powerless-your arms.
Impress the upper hand, give thanks to God when we should be dead.
The Architectures eyes will spark the sunrise, like an artist who lives without regret.
But it will surely rain.
Rain harder than any beam of light.
Bury my hands to become roots, let this earth grow through me.
I was once a child, now I walk with giants.
Millions of things alive, will fall in love in harmony.
A choir of singing doves, in this beautiful symphony.
This has always astounded me. Red love. Faith.