Someone's standing.
But where? Where?
Far. Oh, so far away from me.
Time is mending.

They're all begging,
In your care.
Lives. Oh, their lives you never see.
Your word, dreading.

Hear their crying.
Their dead stare.
Eyes, Oh, their eyes, piercing through thee.
You keep lying.

They're not asking.
They prepare.
Scars. Oh, the scars from which they flee.
Thoughts they're grasping.