There is a midnight repose
Somewhere in the path I chose
And it is the end of many roads
But somehow the water just flows
And lets me know, lets me see
That somehow it is not just me 
In this fragile boat on water
That in depth for God’s daughter
There is a Son
And he lets me know he is the one 
Who has come to save my soul 
So though the boat may rock and roll
The fear cannot overturn me
Nor the fire burn me 
In the winter time 
Or the subterfuge that is mine
As I lie in wait
And let go of all the hate
That has fuelled my indecision
Oh, the memory of the derision
Of being fourteen years old
Of being weak and being told 
While the war planes bomb Iraq
Into an oblivion they cannot take back
Now the drone hover over Gaza
While it is snowing at the plaza
And people skate and people drink
But do you ever stop to think
What if it was you
Who had nothing to do 
But watch the tearing force of stains
And phosphorous in the rains