I'm so tired of being afraid
Of trying to control the world so that
No one that I love gets hurt.

I can't do it anymore.
God didn't bless my hands
And people die even though I whisper a command:

"Please, don't."

Don't take them. Please don't take them.

But my voice is mute.

I relinquish it all, creator of all things. I'm nothing but a speck of
Dirt upon a distant shore.

What more, what more, what more?

You take all you can imbibe and we
Are nothing but an aside to your
Great appetite.

Take me.

Take it all.

I'm done being afraid. Come at me and I'll hide in these

Great hills

And everyone will forget me

Like it is our destiny to do.

And I'm done trying to save a world
You discard still, and still we are nothing,

But ash within the dirt
And the birds come first
To watch us die.

And it is the sky that claims us.

And I will not dare to presume that I am important enough to ask,

Why?