Tragedy - Counterparts

Take comfort in the cadence of the bond we share

A visionary born and raised to see with an unbiased sense of sight

We pause just for a second to properly embrace the radiance

We are the anointed dipped in filth

Taught to cower in fear of being identified

But tragedy will find us

And I’m held captive by my spoiled soul

I won’t allow it to affect my stride

The procession will proceed

As we’re gifted with our own idea of peace

So find yourself in me

I promise I will keep you as we harvest the passion that remains

Make my skin your sanctuary

I make a pact with the earth to draw life from the living

Make my skin your sanctuary

Leap to the beat of my blood

So place your hand in mine, drag your feet across the tops of trees

Breathe easy knowing that the branches will support you

And the weight of your complication

In the midst of the ruin that surrounds us

We communicate but only in tongues

Our lips will welcome the caress of crucifixion

And we stain the wood with defeat

I am not a mortal, I am a metaphor for moving forward