badly bent.

Sometimes I cannot forgive, And these days, mercy cuts so deep. If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep, While I lay, I dream we're better, Scales were gone and faces light, When we wake, we hate our brother, We still move to hurt each other, Sometimes I can close my eyes,
And all the fear that keeps me silent falls below my heavy breathing, What makes me so badly bent? We all have a chance to murder, We all feel the need for wonder, We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the thunder

Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give
Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat all the wounds that money causes,
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance
All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense
-Oh my God.