Broken Threads Mended

I built a wall out of pride and clay

Watched the people I love drift away

Left my brothers standing in the cold

Chasing after things that can't be held (ahhhh)

But the foundation is starting to crack

And there is no easy

way back

So I'm knocking on the doors I closed

Planting seeds where the wild wind blows

Mending fences in the pouring rain

Trying to heal all the inherited pain (yeah)

I called my sister for the first time in years

Through the static

and the heavy tears

We didn't talk about who was wrong

Just sat in the silence of where we belong

So I'm knocking on the doors I closed

Planting seeds where the wild wind blows

Mending fences in the pouring rain

Trying to heal all the inherited pain

Oh, it takes a lifetime to learn to bend

But it only takes a moment

to try and mend (hummmm)

Just a little bit of grace

In this broken place (hmmmmm)