His lips were the color of shadowed mist
His eyes were dark as we kissed
His knife was glinting, sorely missed
As the bleeding wound from my heart hissed.

Like a promise the sun disappeared into night
To return once in the morning light
When we’d glance with renewed sight, to observe which was right
If the fight was of anger and fury and might.

If love was a form of slowly dying
While I watched around me the children crying
Mothers too young poring over books and sighing
And the people to help them baring teeth and lying

Fathers breaking backs at menial tasks of state
While rich old men lie in golden cribs to out wait
The anger and fury, the very essence of the hate
From the common people’s angry cries to satiate

Their hunger for justice, liberty, love
Begging for a way out from heaven above
Trying to catch the feathers of a once white dove
They push and scream and shout and shove

Give me the music of love and humankind
While for time I could press rewind
The richer get poorer as checks are signed
And snapping sounds of those breaking chains that bind

Give me the sorrow, the hate, the tears
To pretend that even after all these years
We still believe we can use our ears
That we can see the injustice, the screams we can hear

The bleeding heart stops in a beat
It’s a quiet relief, a treat
To collapse backwards in a seat
To lie down for forever, and cool the relentless heat.

I can carry the world on my back
I can slow down the bloodshed and the attacks
I could stop the tears from flowing and give the perpetrator a smack
I could be the one thing that this world still lacks

I could save you from yourself and society's lies
I can stop you from always asking why
I could show you how to soar and how to fly so high
That you soared taller than the sky
Savior.