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
