Терри плачет - The call was heard

You thought your voice was blasphemy, like doubt was something cursed, like heaven

Plenty was a bed of ground and shame had gods only

But somewhere deeper, lower than the guilt acquired a true state

True, it didn't sound like thunder

It sounded like you, we hear you through the stainless sky

Through every rule that's a don't ask why, through the altar calls

It sounded like shame, different views, same old ache, same old heart

We hear you through the stainless sky

Maybe the defiance was never in the fear, maybe it was in the question that brought us here

Maybe the sacred was never the cage, but the quiet fire in the rib cage

If you felt it too in the back of the room, if you didn't your light to avoid the gloom

If you carried out like a secret prey, you are not alone

We are here