The cry of a baby at night,
The whimper of a child in pain.
This makes us human
Who can save us from this misery?
No one
Only we can improve upon this perfection
The perfection of sorrow
Only you can dry these tears,
Falling fast like liquid fears.
These scars still bleed
The potion of life spilling onto asphalt dreams
A crack secretes hope
A jagged, serrated hope
A hope not accessible to mere mortal
A hope not accessible to me
