Open

At the edge of existence
You peer through blue-veiled air
Tree trunks blurred by fog
A river flows not here nor there

Trees fallen, entangle
The living with the dead
Comes a child, from the shadows
Draped in tattered white

Is that child you? Is that child me?
If we could suture our wounds we might mend the whole damn world
You could show your seams
You'd be open
You'd be open

You study the evolution
Of scars; of strife
From affliction to distraction
Liberation
Redemption

Is that child you? Is that child me?
If we could suture our wounds we might mend the whole damn world
You could show your seams
You'd be open
You'd be open

With icy deliberation
She enters the river's flow
The current pulls her feet from her roots
She lets go

Is that child you? Is that child me?
If we could suture our wounds we might mend the whole damn world
You could show your seams
You'd be open
You'd be open



Credits
Writer(s): Alison Rising
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