Grace

We will live in these bodies 

And we will die in these bodies

And I will ask you to bare your grace with the flower in your hair

We were made to find our other half 

But what they never told us was that other half is inside of us 

And in fact never existed as a tangible walker

And I will ask you to refresh my cold, cold mind 

Remind me of my name, because I have not found my other half 

And I will be told that I can be whoever I want once I find my grace

This land will be given all it can to heal 

And it will flourish with the thought of a home sitting upon it

And it will cry once it learns we are dying in these bodies

Only half of us lives

With a spine so fragile 

And grace in our hair