Empty Our Chests

--I wrote this song earlier this year when things were a little rough. I think I needed to just put into words the determination I knew I had to find. This is the best I could do.--

Sleepwalking while fighting with fists and heels,

We’ve been warring with eyes closed and hope tied down.

But this is the end-of-the-day dream.

We are awake, now alive.

So we empty our chests,

Of everything left.

We scream all our breath.

Scream all our breath.

We give nothing less,

Than everything left.

We scream all our breath.

Scream all our breath.

Small advances but what happened to running this race?

No longer waiting for someone else to change; rearrange.

We’re at the end of a day trip.

We are awake, now alive.

So we empty our chests,

Of everything left.

We scream all our breath.

Scream all our breath.

We give nothing less,

Than everything left.

We scream all our breath.

Scream all our breath.

We are a faithful fighting nation

Of believers that you

Have called together and we will stand.

So we empty our chests,

Of everything left.

We scream all our breath.

Scream all our breath.

We give nothing less,

Than everything left.

We scream all our breath.

Scream all our breath.