Heavy Heart

My hands are dry.
Stars in the sky.
I might fall down.
Cracks all around.
And I'm slipping through...

What can I do?

A child cries.
A mother dies.
In so much need.
I know they bleed.
And they're slipping through...

What can I do?

See through the cracks in my hands
To the veins taking blood
From my heavy heart,
Heavy heart.

See through the sadness
To pure light taking space
From the heavy dark,
Heavy heart.

Little one,
Don't be afraid
To live through the pain.
God knows the blood and the space
Left inside of our heavy hearts.