Bruise

I use to see a million colors

And now the only one I see is used

And I would sing in rising chambers

But then I followed jealous words from you

So now,

Shivered nights wake sleeping heartaches

There will be a bruised love

Little lives need greater mercies

Let there be a bruise

Here comes the storming

And there goes all

But little fires burn beneath the sea

When I woke up

A bird in morning

I flew above my bed then drowned

Oh God,

Who am I

But a lily in a field

Across the night

Stars sing of you