He stretched the canopy of starlight thin Just to give your weary eyes a place to rest He whispered life into the dust and din And pulled a heartbeat from his very chest You live on a planet painted green and blue A masterpiece drafted in the halls of grace He laid the table for the best of you And gave the sunlight just to warm your face But you took the copper, you took the gold You traded mercy for a heavy chain What was a story meant to be told You turned it sour with the stain of rain He gave you the garden, you gave him the thorn He sent you the morning, you invited the scorn Oh, the weight of the hammer, the bite of the steel Do you wonder why he’s quiet? Do you wonder why he feels? He loves you still, despite the wreckage you hold You raise your towers high above the trees You burn the forest just to feel the heat You drown the conscience in a thousand 'please' And drag your brother through the concrete street It’s greed that’s blinding, it’s pride that stings We break the cycle of the promise made We clip the feathers from the folded wings And laugh at debts that we could never pay He remembers your name before the world began Before the ego took the driver’s seat He’s waiting at the border of the plan To pick the bitter fruit you wouldn't eat He gave you the garden, you gave him the thorn He sent you the morning, you invited the scorn Oh, the weight of the hammer, the bite of the steel Do you wonder why he’s quiet? Do you wonder why he feels? He loves you still, despite the wreckage you hold He’s holding the pieces Yeah, he’s fixing the frame Even when we lose it all He whispers our name Still here, still loving. Still here.