Servant Ties

It’s in your eyes
The look of certainty
The look of apathy
It’s in your eyes
I’m not so sure that we have nothing to lose
Should have held this closer
Staple your note to the back door
Until then, your gut can tell you this
Does anyone hear me? Does anyone honestly?
It will fall to pieces
It will fall to pieces
Find home, hold strong
When everything is taken, you’re empty
We’ll see a purpose
Just need to stand as one
Do these thoughts have syllables or am I mumbling?
Do I seem tense when I carry your load?
Or am I, or am I losing it?
Take all, take everything
It’s hard to stop from dropping it all on you
The heart will hurt when it’s crushed by the weight of the leaves on the trees
We’ll see a purpose
We’ll stand as one
I’m not so sure we’ve lost anything
But while you’re listening
I’m hurting for something better
Till then, your gut, your gut can tell you this