Zach Winters - Like An Arrow From The Bow

Simple fall, simple break
Rush of blood from the place
Underneath where I lay
Cup the flood with my face

So break the weak man
So heal the blind man
So raise the dead man

Stay at home, let me sleep
Let the blinds sentry keep
From the lights and the street
Pull me back to my feet

So take my hand
Teach me how to run again
Lead me to a weeping land

Simple life, simple death
Ask me what I can’t guess
Please the heart inside your chest
Hear me speak shibboleth