Pain and Grace
We repair with repport, holding out hands of support. Opening our heartfelt hurt for another to comfort. We all cry for the pain of others and through those tears we flow together.
It’s easy not to see through our shields raised between you and me but recognize kin in the war we’re both in and shields are what we have in common.
Let’s bang’em, clang’em and validate their worth before we lower our shields to the Earth.
We can’t hold shields as we heal one another.
We can’t hold weapons as we hold each other
I’ll carry you
You carry me
We’ll carry that other person together.
That’s makes three.
Let’s work as a team
So we can carry more.