Shunned At A Funeral — Dust, Thunder

Screaming
I'm dusting my hands, dusting my lungs
Built of tomorrow, borrowed from one.
I bend
I break, I bruise, and
I blunder.
I'm
Dusting the waiting, dust and the wonder
I'm dust on the road, dust on the tongue, but breath still comes and the song isn't done.
Weakness
Whispers, "You're going under." But power wakes up where faith is thunder hEY tHUNDER
HEAD OF THE DUST, we rise thunder
Power and weakness shine
And singing thunder
When heaven hits the ground, dust meets
Thunder now
I bring the weight, I bring the heartache, I bring the fear that makes
Me shake, I name the hurt, I feel the pull, still mercy meets me in the fall
And singing