Shapes

Holding onto the love
Love that shapes new things
Dreams that are awake
Treading on thin ice
Love makes me safe

Standing among the dead
Trying to raise them up
Resurrect them up from death
But their hearts are hard and cannot see
Heaven walking amidst them

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