Existence

This hollow feeling

The knowledge that you exist

Amidst your insecurities

Cover up only to coward out

And never shutting up

Only to never speak aloud

Have you dried up entirely

The walls of a church don't make it holy

It's what's authentic that completes the sum of it's parts

Don't excuse yourself from today on the pretense of your past

You're hurt You're broken That's alright

This might be what it takes to wake you up

Are you at your wits end yet

4x

The walls of a church don't make it holy

Security isn't glitzy or glamorous concrete or cohesive

Therein lies the truth Lift your head up high

It's what we know we aren't that makes us who we are

2x

You're hurt You're broken That's alright

That makes us who we are

Who we are

You're hurt You're broken That's alright

That makes us who we are