The battlestorm rages outside my window
I do not aim to let it in though
It shatters the windows and shakes down the hall
Like I’m running in a free for all
And is it just ego, this creation I’ve made
Not for the saving but salvation be saved
From the minute and limited form
What does it take to keep the world warm
And are we all just spiraling in our creation
I get up from the wound in my education
To stand up tall just as I am
And the man says that there is no plan
I sit on the stool and hold his hand
He says, “It’s ok, I’m fine, be grand”
And I know that it’s true
But it doesn’t take depth away from you
He sighs the air
And I feel the weight of all that is there
“Look, See”
He turns around again to me
And the silent storm
The colour of tide we all call warm
And I see the shadow of another day
The ashes that burnt away
It’s me too
I look back again to you
Two eyes that peer
And in that moment, crystal clear
Subtle defeat
In the sound of my own heartbeat
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