Is it that she fears the crosses
That they will burn?
Left to sift through
The ashes of her loved
Fragments of flesh
As these grains slip
Right passed her fingertips
This birth
This birth
This birth
This birth
I'm left to watch you smile
As I bleed myself to death
As she prays to hear the voice
Of her savior once again
To wipe the tears of venom
Off of her face
What gave her birth?
What gave her birth?
What gave her birth?
What gave her birth?
She spits her fears into the cancer of humanity
As her hopes and fears descend down to her knees
Your perfect heaven has become my
My hell
This birth
This birth
This birth
This birth
In the parting of their love
A victim
Of hate
Who has yet to be born
But ready to endure
The pain instilled
Within its birth
What the whispered
With the whispered words
Never replaced
With the whispered words
Never
Replaced
And left to sift through ashes
Of these fragments of flesh
As these grains slip
Right passed her fingertips
It slips
Right passed her fingertips
It slips
Right passed her fingertips
It slips
Right passed her fingertips
It slips
Right passed her fingertips
