Seedling

Without a heart You leave me to my own devices To push through or falter All wrapped up inside your own seedling soul Who would do such a thing The ire implanted We try so hard never to swallow The melting midnight sky We've come so far To watch it quiver and crumble In heedless open hands But your doubts precede Any actions of dignity One day you'll sow The seeds of reconciliation Somehow you'll be surprised to find No one is listening