oh, but would you dance with me on this delicately broken day,

and let it be a beautiful reflection

of starvation, temptation, and elevation

just by the way my hand may tremble when reached for

the clouds are only bandages on this wounded sky

i see them weep and bleed so feverishly

i always try to catch those tears for the greater good

but end up with stained palms and melancholy drenched serenity

even the dark stained glass from the baptist church lets in light

beauty always finds a way in through the cracks we unconsciously leave behind

we can heal through the forgiveness of time

and work towards being in love with the feeling of being alive

and i'll let that start with you

so, would you sing with me on this constantly evolving night

and let it echo through every empty corridor we've ever been

would you whisper songs that have never been written, songs that simply don't exist, but make me wish they did