You’re mothers’ child, but night lays you down
Hair aflame, wild look in your eyes
Naked belly to the ground
A forest fire nibbles at your veins
Crawls up your arm, runs away with your mind
And burns dry thoughts like leaves
Amen
Eyes stare up, but something’s in the way
In the Bible only angels have wings
And the rest must wait to be saved
A dry tongue screams at the sky
But the wind just breathes words in
As a strange bird tries to fly
Amen
Pieces of us die everyday as though our flesh were hell
Such injustice, as children we are told that from God we fell
Where are my angels?
Where’s my golden one?
Where’s my hope now that my heros have gone?
Some are being beaten, some are being born
And some can’t tell the difference anymore
Amen
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