We Came As Romans

Show me your hands
Let me wash them clean.
Show me your heart.
And let me heal you.
We all need this.
To be renewed.
After time and wear.
We're broken statues.
Vines intertwined.
Around your insides.
Hold you down.
You beg for restoration.
Your best has crumbled.
From being so weathered.
We all deserve this.
To be renewed.
To change our ways.