You Are from Altars by Spencer LaJoye

Faint spirit,
dressed in all of the pieces that once made your heart
Prisoner, stuck between safety and doors that are open

Faint spirit,
bound by all of the hurt so you don't fall apart
Tears slipping out of the place you forgot was still broken

I'm telling you
I'm telling you

You are sown to be grown
You are clothed in a robe
made of dreams sweeter than home
made of more than you ever hoped

You are, you are, you are

Get off your knees and dance 'til your feet
turn this dust into soil, that ash into oil

I'm telling you

You are sown to be grown
You are clothed in a robe
made of dreams sweeter than home
made of more than you ever hoped

• Folk
• folk
• indie
• pop
• singer-songwriter
• Grand Rapids