In the kingdom of fear
A shadow hovers over my cover of leaves and violets
A shadow is whispering
"I have agony on my side
I have experts on violence
I have control of the tide"
We get plucked one by one
We get pruned before we can behold
The fruit that is our offering
I have pleaded to see at long last
What blooms I produce
What magenta will effuse from this labour
And truly reflect my heart
I have pleaded to consult the chorus of night
To hold the strands of moon that tether me to beauty
And lets me rest
I have pleaded, "Let me return these songs to the dirt"
Cognizant of the wound that has yet to heal
If I am denied the kindness needed to transform sorrow
If I am denied the simple gentleness of existing
Then I will leave my gifts, like lichen, over the oak branches
Trusting they'll be safe until you find them
Even in the kingdom of fear
The air murmurs its song through the streets
Joy remains wild
It has baffled the cage again
It has cut through the horror
Using only what is already there
What you did not perceive as strong, as long lasting
Thread the fine eye of time's needle with your heart
And begin to mend
Begin to mend
Begin to mend