Wind, weather, and gain
Closure, vision, pain
Blood, intrusion, rain
All of them
Collect to connect
for intersecting
that leads to dissecting
of those thought provoking situations
that wind up choking
their creations
And God! I can't stand it
So let me expand
Let you understand
We have been gifted with elements
and our elemental understanding is that the basics are not good
not enough
not for us
Not when we have pried open vaults that are not our own -
to follow a nightmare
illusioned as a dream with wings
but we loosened the seams
and now we sing
of a broken thing; the noise
doesn't quite drown the screams
And we're losing
On this planet
! And the broken, they were born
In view of world still torn, forlorn
They've met scorn
as intrusive bodies situate themselves in a momentum
that doesn't require their skills
And the monster roams free
as the people cry "help"
in this place of mine
because they see
The response is a little too late.
We let the quiet soothe
And don't have to choose
When the rain chains their fate
and washes away
the entire State
I've been told: "You're gifts and talents are enough"
But it's never enough
and tear drops will roll
I'm begging for love to brush this soul
and sometimes I wonder who's in control
*And I panic
He's the only thing that can truly calm me, and sometimes it scares me just how far we've broken, but I know there's also the strength to fix it.