Our tears, our hearts, our desperation

Our Love.

We freeze, we pour, we dry out and away

Our Hope.

My innocence, my wickedness, my pain

My Soul.

Your violence, your loneliness, your need

Your World.

So why -in million ways and thousand rivers-

Why can’t we cry our way to peace?

It’s in our nature or in our dreams

to rule over a broken earth?

And if you could, just for a bit

Forget what we are meant to be

-frozen and battered bitter waters-

Would you hold me tightly

Until I drown my sorrows

into your ocean?