Bones
My Captain, My King
Do I walk to breath the air?
To do the work, to hold the heart of man?
Where have our convictions gone?
We let them slip out our hands,
As we've slipped out our spines.
He left his will behind long ago,
She thinks it's easier to go on her own.
He never learned to listen, though he heard it all.
They never learned to speak up, their following.
How can I hold you up, when I am sinking myself?
Now as you stand in the midst of the battle,
You'll understand your not fighting at all.
When you gave up your kingdom, you gave up your king.
And even now your bones grow weak,
And we all thought that we had time.
And surely you hold some grace, my God.
And surely you hold your grace.
I know what you think you should look like,
You don't hold their love, only their stares.
Were all in need but you lost your voice so long ago.
You've canonized a calling to the world and all it's strings.
Permitting it to break your bones. It'll break your bones.
We're sinking in a world so deep.
When all you thought you needed
Was all that the world could give.
We'll crush, we'll break, we'll mangle and take:
Your bones, your strength, your air, your will power.