Brick By Broken Brick

When does the sun rise?
The night hides the end of the long walk home
We crawl on our chests, and only just
Forgetting that we have feet
We should use our hearts like we use our hands
Now, take hold

A long time ago I made a claim
And that claim made me whole
But, I'm half of a whole of who I should be
It's about time I drew a line in the sand
So, bring me my heart
Make a man out of me

The son has risen
The son has risen already
Let the heart he's created
Pump blood to the legs that walk this out