[spoken-word poetry] Let the morning find you barefoot in the rain, With the old scars shining like a windowpane, Let the river take the secrets you have kept, And the promises you buried where you wept. Let the wind undo the buttons of your coat, Let the broken words come trembling from your throat, There is nothing in this world you have to hide, Let the wild heart speak and never step aside. [Pre-Chorus] Let your laughter shake the dust from every room, Let your sorrow have its season and its bloom, Let the daylight touch the places kept inside, And let every hidden color step outside. [Chorus] Let life express itself without disguise, Let life express itself without disguise, Like a field of wheat beneath an open sky, No borrowed face, no shadow left behind, Just the truth that keeps on changing with the tide. [spoken-word poetry] Let the lonely road remember where you came, Let the thunder call you by your given name, If you stumble, let the earth receive your weight, There is beauty in the cracks we cannot paint. Let the rain keep writing softly on the ground, Let the lost and tender parts of you be found, You were never meant to fold into a frame, You were meant to burn and answer to your name. [Pre-Chorus] Let your laughter shake the dust from every room, Let your sorrow have its season and its bloom, Let the daylight touch the places kept inside, And let every hidden color step outside. [Chorus] Let life express itself without disguise, Let life express itself without disguise, Like a sparrow singing through the winter night, No borrowed face, no shadow left behind, Just the truth that keeps on changing with the tide. [spoken-word poetry] When the evening lays its gold across the land, You may find you never needed to pretend, For the heart was only asking to be heard, And the soul was always more than any word. [Final Chorus] Let life express itself without disguise, Let life express itself without disguise, Like a field of wheat beneath an open sky, No borrowed face, no shadow left behind, Just the truth that keeps on changing with the tide. Let life express itself without disguise, Let life express itself without disguise, And if you tremble, let it still be seen, The wild, the bruised, the beautifully free
