The Mortal Plight

The Mortal Plight

I cry for us

When my breath becomes stripped 

By the wind of the world 

I cry as an act of desperation 

When there’s nothing left to serve 

I run to the mercy seat 

I cry for redemption 

the burden my heart caries

Pulls us 

begging her to turn and face what we’ve built 

I cry for whom I am a part

For the chance tears can heal 

Wiping away the plague of our Mortal Plight

Rewriting our narrative is our only escape 

It revives my lost soul 

voicing the erased 

When all is helpless 

I cry for you 

Part of our whole 

Will you cry for me too?