Rain washing down my skin,
like gods tears to betray my sin.
I have left anothe broken,
breaking myself in the process.
And here I am, naked in the death of my love.
I have riden my grief to this spot.
Where here I comune with the gods.
Here where I seek solice for my life.
I am who I am to save pain.
But currenly I am my own death.
Broken inside and bold in the rain.
The water to wash away my grief,
Delivers me to a peace unknown.
No man or woman knows this power.
To be with only the dead
My jury and crying judge.
he does not mourn the heart broken.
He mourns my own.
We do not weep for the false coin of his love.
We mourn the inability in me.
His one mistaken child.
An Angel of innocence internal.
Cry with me people,
for I might leave them behind.
I do so out of love.
To keep me is to witness the plauge.
I am riddled with my own guilt.
Scars of my internal judgement.
And again I turn my face skyward.
I beseach you my god,
take this from me,
burn me with light and fire.
Light my soul as a candle in the dark.
And i am forever your vessel of hope.
