Please, bring me raindrops in your palm.
Glance at the jungle behind my eyes...

My sins will repeat themselves, even when
daylight nudges me, even when I am fully aware...

Today may be the day. To reach out.
To talk. To open my heart up. To trust...

Walking in, shoulders hunched,
head facing the ground...

O Lord, I am not worthy....
You claimed our scars as yours...

We are all survivors. Survivors of fear, abuse
and its manipulative species, despair, loneliness...

Sorry...
I'm sorry for whispering...

Earlier, I bathed my spirit
in sunshine that was never earned...

Right now, I would rather be furious,
be the percussion that storms ally with...

You are the water, I am the land.
Boats sneak past your conscious...

You are needed on this Earth,
so riot against the habits...

Your frequency is high,
granting me an incidental...