God, let her listen With ears to the ground. Let voiceless approval Turn into sound. In death there are hidden, invisible keys That only when swallowed Reveal where they lead. Life is a mess We wake up to, A single thread of a deeper truth. Is this a graveyard To bury her heart? Or is it a garden, Where new life will start. 'Cause God, when life here ends, We'll beg you for more. In temper we'll hate you, But please keep no score. Life, it is a mess we wake up to, A single thread of a deeper truth