War Paint.
Cut Wrists.
Broken Teeth.
Sound of Smiling.
Crooked Fingers.
Bloody Noses.
Girls in Love.
Boys with Weights.
Mom's with Hearts.
God's with Immortality.
Cut Paper.
Touching Toes.
Bruised Knees.
Missing Minds.
Soft Hands.

I can tell you everything about us.
I can tell you our names.
The color of our hair.
What we think about as it rains.
What it looks like when we die.


But must importantly I can tell you what it sounds like when you call upon God.
Are you ready?
It sounds like this are you ready? It sounds like this.

I love darby