Hummingbird

A phone call in the midst of an adventure In a moment your face changes from My favourite, to most feared expression And the shaking tells me the worst Before you've uttered a word The worst Before you've spoken a word It's funny how life can change in an instant As if your plans were never yours And somewhere there's invisible hands Moving you on a board I've never been one for religion Sometimes it's easy to believe But this isn't one of those instances I'm finding it hard to conceive How any of this could have purpose Other than to hurt And if this is your god up in heaven He's not one that I want to know If this was a plan That's kind of fucked If this was a plan That's kind of fucked If this was a plan That's kind of fucked So she's searching for hope In herbal medicine Or maybe trying to find a plane Of existence where this isn't happening Her eyes pleading for someone to say Anything to give life back its purpose Or at least somehow explain But her pleas all go unanswered And nothing ever, eases the ache I've never been one for religion Sometimes it's easy to believe But this isn't one of those instances I'm finding it hard to conceive How any of this could have purpose Other than to hurt And if this is your god up in heaven He's not one that I want to know Where do baby's go when they die? Do their tiny hands and souls take flight? I think I want to believe They're still with us That their brief life Those few short breaths Had a greater purpose What's the lesson? Do we ever get to learn? Because all I can feel Is the hurt.