YAJNA

I shield my senses
How sensitive
To sight
Sound
I reveal so little
'Cause you burrow holes in my defenses
How senseless
To begin with

Drawn lines
Hands in mid-gesture
Hard times
For soft hearts
How sensitive
The reverb of hurt
The wise feel
What's hidden beneath

Arms rise
In gesture
Hearts return
To center

It echoes from I to we
It reverbs from I to we
It echoes from I as we
Bow down in reverse
From the eye we see
The wounds we carry
And it echoes in reverse
As we return

I reveal my shadow
How insensitive
To deny it the ground
I reveal its potential
'Cause it'll burrow into the walls of my defenses

Drawn lines
Hands in mid-gesture
Hard times
For soft hearts
How sensitive
The reverb of hurt
The wise feel
What's hidden beneath

Arms rise
In gesture
Hearts return
To center

It echoes from I to we
It reverbs from I to we
It echoes from I as we
Bow down in reverse
From the eye we see
The wounds we carry
And it echoes in reverse
As we return