Stone

We were just two kids trying to survive

And come fully alive

Within this place of repression

Where every burst of joy was beaten down

And initiative was met with a frown

And the wrath of Cain

Teaching children to fear not love

Heaven’s above

Isn’t that the way that hell is made

Paved all along the path with

“the best of intentions?”

Leading the vanquished to an early grave

Or setting the living soul suspended

Inside a prison of aspic

So now if moving bodies quake

With the echoes of how frightening it felt

To reach for life

Who will be the first to show

The necessary mercy

You are no longer enemy

But friend

But never the less

Your solemn gaze

So often makes my heart arrest

And so I am learning

To look somewhere else

We are not longer those two lost children

Caught up within all of the confusion

Dancing as fast as we could

To not be erased

By Medusa’s gaze

That oh so often turned

The errant soul

To stone