Oh peace all I asked was peace
Her freedom from that fool that thief
Enough to help her on her way
But grief all she held was grief
Her story painting you asleep
That empty stare to wake the demons in the aching heart
While I watch those hands restore and mend
I wonder where yours might have been
So hear more oh hear me all my doubt
Be it scripted or allowed
The pillow harder now I fear
So I’ll just breathe
But when I do my best at breathing
How I find her broken bleeding
Wondering where your garden grows and why these weeds take hold
But I’ve seen pools of water pour from stone
And laughter in the desert born
So here I raise my opium and drink until it’s gone
While I watch those hands restore and mend
I see yours do the same therein
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