Ruptured Souls Hymn
Eight billion, nine hundred fifty-seven million souls Loosened from bone after the
rupture
Floating where morning has no shore (ahhhh)
They opened the sealed rooms They named the watchers by the sun
Then the sky came apart And all our little hungers were done
No teeth, no fever,
no bed to leave
No hands to hold at the end (ooh)
Free from suffering Free from want
Free from the bruise of being born
But freedom circles empty
If no one needs our arms (ahhhh)
Everyone, everywhere Uncounted faces in one tide
No mother calling supper No child asking why We are one bright
absence
With no road to divide (hummmm)
Where is the point When there is no direction
Who do we love
When no one can fall
We are all one
And no one is waiting
We are all one
And nothing is called (ahhhh)
No hunger No prayer No door No there Only
us Only
us (ooh)
Where is the point When there is no direction
Who do we love
When no one can fall
We are all one
And no one is waiting
We are all one
Beyond the last wall (ahhhh) Everyone All one
No shore No sun (ahhhh)