On
the scuffle of soles
Marring
the aftershock
Tears
blend in two
Splitting
like the center does
A wrap of thunder clasps the temple’s door
A
shroud of wonder befalls the crutch adorned
Flip
the switch
Flip
the switch
And
let the heaven’s dry (let the heaven’s weep tonight)
They
say
That
crying is cathartic
That
you should get it out (get it out)
Guess
you have to hit the bottom
Before
you even attempt to climb away
Guess
you have to all but die
Before
you can learn to crawl again
Perhaps,
perhaps it’s then true
That
when the water begins
It’s
at this point when, the healing mends
The
holes in you, (making you whole again)
Maybe,
just maybe then
There’s
something to be said
For
the sad songs and elegies
And
the way their sorrow
Makes
you forget your own (comforts your soul)
Rake
it away
Take
it away
Let the wash rinse and cleanse
Allow the grief to go
Let
the teardrops flow
Until healing distends
