The lost offering of clothing.

Chains of silence begin to sing
Holy, Holy, Holy...
Chains that hurt but can't be heard
HOLY, HOLY, HOLY

Nobody can by anybody until they go within
Holy, holy, holy...
Everyone wants harmony and justice
HOLY, HOLY, HOLY

Lightning and giant balls of hail booming thunder!
Hawk dives, bees swarm, and a monk seal turns.
If we are to try we might, but with a purple heart
Rage is turned into tender kindness
Our hearts full though pockets empty
HOLY.
It is holy to believe that you are more able than you think.