Rising, this ascension feels so sweet, love
But spiral down, feels worse, it is enough
Enough to crash and then to flail falling
Rising, by the same spiral stairs, as one
With no greater moment to ever be alive
Aroused, then made pure, in glow thrive
Then the rise goes on, in energy of youth
Evidence is living, love is the final proof
What do I do, if I've never had enough
If I did love, and was left emptied
What if my life was a vessel of grace
But I'm bleeding, selfish, I didn't share
Covered in tears, silent screams, despair
If I'm the void, rather an agent of grace
How can I rise again or ever be fair?
If I believe, hope to receive and dare
Aware, my broken hands still pray
Lord they are emptied, so I wait
For any help that spirals down
Never landing, hope is gone
Indescribable, unrealized
