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[00:24.42]you carved our initials
[00:30.33]into these family trees.
[00:35.38]but when the branches are bare and broken,
[00:40.68]love is so hard to reach.
[00:56.95]we've learned to brace for the worst
[01:06.72]and to read the last pages first,
[01:24.04]surrender feels safe.
[01:29.91]maybe the soul is the soil that holds the fallen seed,
[01:38.96]or the light pouring down in between the rain clouds,
[01:43.86]daring life to reach;
[01:48.81]or maybe it's the rings in the trunk of the tree,
[01:53.62]a birthmark time will leave
[01:59.47]to measure the past.
[02:15.55]but we can't dream when we're wide awake
[02:19.64]or fall in love with a heart too strong to break.
[02:32.11]faith is expensive to taste,
[02:51.35]and time is borrowed loose change
[03:00.09]that's already been spent.
[03:06.55]maybe the soul is the tone of voice
[03:15.49]that unearthed the words that we needed...
[03:25.37]maybe the soul is a suitcase that holds the backup plan -
[03:34.51]a collection of keys and the patience we need
[03:38.99]to start again.
[03:43.79]maybe it's the thresholds that swallow us whole
[03:48.34]as we learn to let go,
[03:54.65]in spite of the dirt on our clothes.