Chorus

In this chorus thrumming through you,

my/your voice is mine and yours.

Come closer (((come closer), closer), closer),

hear me now, in pain laced with deeper parts of being. What else

is a song, if not to tell you 'you are not lost?' Drink

of an echo born from within us, while

suspending ourselves through the song-

thread it deep, through your ribs, through the surface rips and fathoms,

fill it up, (((fill it up), it up), up) and be filled. The body of my/your voice

holds more than just our flesh and bones,

wears a path through the waves,

to bring our children home. Come closer;

bring them closer. Be all that they will be, swell our chorus to fill us up, with your voice that will feed (((all)of)us)