she put her bed in bags of three the color white as snow
went higher than the mind can go and shackled up her soul
and there I was interpreting each mumble in her mouth
believing there was Grace enough to pull her person out
say who am I to reason with another human mind?
when every single second has already been defined
but what if Time has left us all a single open door?
where Mercy is a season reigning always, evermore
there’s more than just a difference every one of us can make
when need becomes the center and the reason we’re awake