Broadcast

The hand is gone
But the grips remains
The eye is gone
But the gaze remains
The brain is gone
But the idea remains
And when the feet are gone
The path will still remain

The lung is gone
But the breath remains
The heart is gone
But the beat remains
The throat is gone
But the voice remains
And when the mouth is gone
The word will still remain

The nerves are gone
But the signal remains
The veins are gone
But the river remains
The knee is gone
But the joint remains
And when the spine is gone
The junction will remain

The skull is gone
But the house remains
The hips are gone
But the seed remains
The womb is gone
But the vacuum remains
And when the mind is gone
The broadcast will still remain

So thankful receiving it
So thankful retrieving it
So thankful to walk through it
So thankful to breath it in
I'm so thankful I'm walking
Thankful to be treading the face of this earth
With you all