Shunned At A Funeral — Give Up The Ghost

Can you climb a mountain with your hands alone?
Trace the sky with breath that
Isn't long.
Can you steal the thunder
When it breaks your name?
Or hush the storm that calls you hidden shame?
Can
You stitch the sunrise to the edge of night?
Hold the stars in place by
Borrowed light.
Can you speak the dust
Back into bone?
Or raise a heart that's
Turned to stone
Can you cross the valley where the shadows bend?
Carry truth where all your
Meanings end.
Can you wash the stain
Beneath your skin?
Or silence was