I Write This for Them, For Her, and For You.

 

 

 

 

After we’re knocked out of our place in time
It drags forward when we reset the rotation.
It offers sympathies only in the changing wind.

I write this for them, for her, and for you.

A strict clock’s ticking away another night’s sleep;
I’m looking for more in fractured light,
Than settled memories of whispering caves.

I write this for them, for her, and for you.

We shouldn’t have to stare down fate.
The canvas in front of the screen
Was all the luck we have in tortured moments.

I write this for them, for her, and for you.

I pledge to fight past the objections ahead.
I vow to take on fear and doubt and scrutiny,
Straying from broken branches, I failed to repair.

I write this for them, for her, and for you.

The verdicts of wisdom, office and wealth
Leak inaccurate histories and false narratives
As prophets without scripture or seeds of truth.

I write this for them, for her, and for you.

I hope to heal a small wound with my song.
I offer gratitude to torch bearer ahead
Start writing now; if I cannot find the light, you will.

I write this for them, for her, and for you.