Only as sad
as when your lips carved:
"What have we done to ourselves?"
I could see what you were seeing,
An empty film filled with horror.
Son, every sun turns itself.
Yesterday the curtains were down,
the bed unmade.
They wouldn't see us.
We care.
we care.
They don't know us.
They don't know how much of a sun we have inside ourselves.
We are risen,
and whole.
And tears have tied a string of fire.
Around you,
through me
and beyond ourselves.
"What will I ever do without you?"
An army cried
and placed its thoughts inside a box.
I cried in your absence.
To release a white light.
I hope you can see it from where you stand.
Sun, faith.
Like a little candle.
Hidden in dark,
I prayed.
as when your lips carved:
"What have we done to ourselves?"
I could see what you were seeing,
An empty film filled with horror.
Son, every sun turns itself.
Yesterday the curtains were down,
the bed unmade.
They wouldn't see us.
We care.
we care.
They don't know us.
They don't know how much of a sun we have inside ourselves.
We are risen,
and whole.
And tears have tied a string of fire.
Around you,
through me
and beyond ourselves.
"What will I ever do without you?"
An army cried
and placed its thoughts inside a box.
I cried in your absence.
To release a white light.
I hope you can see it from where you stand.
Sun, faith.
Like a little candle.
Hidden in dark,
I prayed.
1 comentarios:
Que lindo está, habla como del dolor que otras personas nos causan por la ignorancia y por la falta de tolerancia ante temas tan importantes y tan privados...
They don't know how much of a sun we have inside ourselves. esta oración me encanto, porque aplica para cualquier persona que haya sido juzgada sin razón!
yo también espero que puedan verlo desde donde están
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