bread

do we come to the table simply

because the food we once had

was good?

because we took naps

induced by the abundance

of carbohydrates?

why is it that we bend our backs

looking either up or down

for bread from heaven?

do we really have such a lack

of trust in our friends

to not look there?

or do we just not believe

that you have been here

the whole time?

lyrics from 2-1-09

bits and pieces, broken bones

together lost and searching for a home

we sound our horns of distress

praying for an answer in the night

we built our city full of walls

tensions rage from days of old

the rockets keep on falling

we can only guess where they come from

my hands are stained

with the blood of sacrifice

and i was made 

to build this peace

with these nails

and with my flesh

given for this

given for this

you have changed our given name

taught our tongues to speak of grace

we take our swords and beat them

into bits upon your love

your hands were stained

with the blood of sacrifice

you were made

to build this peace

with these nails

and with your flesh

given for this

given for this