God had to escape
From the ivory tower
Chained in deathly heights.
Then he became I
Running to loved ones’ rescue,
House of cards toppling.
God had to escape
From the ivory tower
Chained in deathly heights.
Then he became I
Running to loved ones’ rescue,
House of cards toppling.
Waiting to inhale.
Hours and days tick slowly;
Corner bending sight.
Slow, heavy footsteps
As she tries to continue
Forward in her life.
Gray with sun behind
Four-eighteen in the morning
Words heal, arms hold close