Place your hands upon me

like a big tent preacher

and with a whisper

heal all that aches

inside.

Put your lips upon my forehead

and glance your eyes

to the sky,

tell me that I'll walk again

and tell me

I can fly.

Hold me like a revival

and shake the demons

from my skin,

touch me like a fever

and kiss me

like a sin.

-Chasers of the Light, Tyler Knott Gregson