You are standing on top of Holy ground
Because it's here that tears were seen crawling down her cheeks.
And emotions moved through her like tidal waves
Destroy simple pleasures.
Yes you are perched calmly on top of the place where her soul disappeared
Dissipated into smoke and flames
Danced towards heaven and hell with a passion unmatched by anything on earth.
Yet all you do is stand with your head down counting tiles.
Looking at the man in front of you waiting for him to move
Waiting for fifteen minutes to pass like an airplane passes through a cloud.
Waiting until you can go home to the life you've made for yourself.
You are standing on Holy ground.
Shield your eyes and take off your shoes before the power
Of the one tear shed for everything you are not.