How often to force your way To see the sunrise, The awakening pain At the surface beneath your feet Crawls to your eyes To break open tears Upon your hands, Shielded as you are From the coming swarm? How often to force your way To see the sunrise, When pain sinks you beneath The sheer layers of sadness That grasps your throat for breaths? Forever in the deepest sleep Of your fallen heart, Lost in the womb of surrender, Not giving birth to innocence Though just the seed as it was planted. Forever to not say that grace could keep you Floating above the mourning stars, Without sight to them. As you set the flames To your weeping eyes, Remember me, For what could not be of us In the flooding dark.