Our Raw Heart کے بول

Sent unto the shore Every grain of sand Rivers quicken remembrance Carried by a grace Running in our veins Ashes within clay Shaped upon an earthen wheel Pour into this vessel Drained and filled again Temple to a nameless soul Beckoning my restless ghost From holes in my gut To love from miracles Silver climbed the walls Eyeless looking on It's looking still Drawn by a mortal thread To an ever shifting weave Known better by my bones Than my eyes can see Shrine to a silent call Beckoning my restless ghost Leaving Nothing left behind Breathing Through my dark inside The raw within Ayni Sent reverence For what has been given In this shared life The raw within