Half-Light - Comrades

You make everything feel half-alive

You make everything long for the light

You make everything feel half-alright

In me

When death comes a’knocking on doors

When my heart knows its been here before

In the house where the windows are boarded up with fear

When the moonlight is burning my eyes

And the only way out is too bright

When the worthiness of living life is far from dear

You make all of me feel half-alright

Enough to see hope through the night

That the bitterness leaves with the sunlight’s growing near

You make everything feel half-alive

You make everything long for the light

You make everything feel half-alright

In me

How do I walk into freedom with my limbs asleep?

How do I move through the finite, to eternal things?

How does my heart long for home that I’ve never seen?

How do I see past the veil of this body?