Am I the one to hold this crown of ash and salt? Their kindness calls to me, I have to block it out My voice has grown so somber, these words don't seem like mine But the iron won't subside, no matter, no matter what I try My rain drops in the flood, in this emptiness, in the storm If I falter, if I fall, the wave inside my soul carries all I know Who can take my hand in the flood? A voice calls me forth, through darkness unknown My heart with silence burns, through solemnness unborn The edge beyond the shore, this weight of root and rod I long to reach the other, to find, to find the path we lost And my rain drops in the flood, in this emptiness, in the storm If I'm broken, if I'm torn, the wave inside my soul carries all I know Who can take my hand in the flood? Who can take my hand in the flood?
