Draw the line slow
Let the broken pass
One worn hand
Keeps what the gears could not
No bright rescue
No golden sign
Only one breath
Keeps another in time
They leave the mill
With their names worn thin
Dust in their mouths
And the work still in
Every bent back
Moves under night
Every closed hand
Keeps one coal inside
Hold the line
Hold the line
Down where the lost ones
Learn to stay human
Hold the line
They do not leave
They carry the wound
No crown above them
No saintly face
Only the palm
And the offered place
Their hands meet once
Then meet again
Held in the low dark
Beneath no command
Hold the line
Hold the line
Down where the lost ones
Learn to stay human
Hold the line
They do not leave
They carry the wound
Hand
Hold
Breath
Stay
Hand
Hold
Breath
Give
Under shut doors
A cup gets passed
Under dead lights
One name comes back
Every small mercy
Keeps one road wide
So the lost can walk
With their names inside
Hold the line
Hold the line
Down where the lost ones
Learn to stay human
Hold the line
They do not leave
They carry us through
Draw the line slow
Let the broken pass
One worn hand
Keeps what the gears could not