An open heart, an open ear
is neither free nor made from fear.
No chest can open, nor door be bought,
no matter the pain, nor how far fought.

What's owed to you is owed to me:
nothing but the wind and the deep blue sea.
An open heart, an open ear
an open mouth and a heart to hear.

What's owed to me is owed to you
the end of days and the falling gloom.
We all will hurt, we all will love,
and fly from house and home to ashes above.

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