Plane Kids

If love is an opulent arms race
And bombs only occupy heart rates
You’re partly an armory, partly an army
Triumphantly marching through archways

A fray full of sorrow in harm’s wake-
Fountains of youth in a parched state
God’s grace: mountains of wounds
Will “look to be healed” like a bronze snake

“Awake” is the mind’s ground;
Dreams are the art that our hearts make
Blast off to the high clouds
And Alpha-Centaurian starscapes

It’s probably more like a harsh flame;
A cautery spark when our moms say:
“How could you feed your family making
The change you collect from guitar cases?”

We still in this dark place
Shame got a bitter and sharp taste
The pain is a bottomless lake that swallows our limbs
But still we can’t properly swim

Sloppily limp: whether it be
My ankles, your knees
Maybe we ain’t getting weaker
But maybe we’re really just lifting these heavier dreams
Heavenly things

Struggle started from growing our stubble
Now throwing a ring on her knuckle
We made a ton of mistakes; that should have been fatal
God really saves and that made us humble

People may give you advice (right)
But don’t understand how you feel
‘cause how could these training wheels
Relate to a plane, I’m saying, for real?

How many nights have we cried?
The rain is too heavy to end
How many ways have we tried
Just to be failures again?

All of it breaking inside
None of it makes any sense
We want to fly we want to sing
But falling has broken our wings

So why
Do we even try?
Are you on our side?
God, won’t you just remind?

Why
Do we even try?
Are you on our side?
God, won't you just remind?

I guess we’ll find out when it’s over
But I know that you’re near
And that’s the proof to me that God’s here