I’ve been knocking down the statues

you’ve made but I’ve been having trouble

digging your grave

it shouldn’t have to be this hard

it shouldn’t have to feel impossible

but there’s a sorrow in

the sun scorched earth

and the tired soil that will never give

birth flowers blossom on the place

where you fell but nothing else grows

I swore I’d hold on tight to this

this is letting go I said I’d always be

yours this is losing hope Last night

I watched a family die

they shielded their eyes

as fire rained from the sky

this shouldn’t have to be

what’s right this

shouldn’t have to come so natural

and all the pointless petty choices

they give create a soul

that must be silent to live

we walk together

but we suffer in solitude

we’re all alone here

and we’re left with no peace

no clarity this letting go

just lies just misery

this is losing hope

and if daylight never breaks

and every last one of us

should fall our restless ghosts

will find a place inside

these hallowed walls

with blazing hearts

and mud ­streaked hands

we won’t forget

we will sing for them

we buried our hope

in an unmarked grave

it grew cold as

we turned our backs

and we walked away.