Half-Light

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?