i know your hands   i know your hands were designed to do more than right now   you're just scratching the scabs off your knuckles   only your dreams play an excuse to ignore   only your dreams play an excuse to ignore   and i squint from the other side   you've built your bridge across these depths   so solid   somewhat perfect   you scraped your knees yet you dusted off your palms   the archway may crumble   if you break or shatter, collect yourself and mold the pieces   holding it in   thoughts unexpressed   city limits have changed you   so rid those cast irons   come clean and just   you're the only light to see   forget those past downfalls   if you break or shatter collect yourself and mold the pieces   you're just a traveler passing through on your way home