I.

Do you weep for me Mary of the Lord?

if i call you sister would you feel insulted?

i never had a sister being my father's only girl.

it was in my genes as an unknown child

and relations find dark genies where'er they hide.

II.

When the storm blows o'er a house of shame

and the holes in the streets become puddles of muck;

when the home you own is a square in the Dome

what's to be done when the toilet overflows?

we watch the waters reclaim the kitchen we owned

and wonder why the bedrooms are full.

thus we move as quickly to higher ground

to return to her what she's been looking for.

III.

A song repeats itself when the mood is mournful

rightfully owning the heart-felt spirit roving in the the tomb.

for what is a person to do when tears fall free as if in a box undisclosed?

all it takes is a voice that becomes a key to the soul

touching he sore spot bandaged against crimes.

IV.

Understand betrayal as release from the attachment to an unknown god

the one placed on the pedestal you thought you occupied

and reclaim, the wholeness cast upon a shore once claimed as ones own

sailing into your tears to find the home you were meant to roam

known to yourself with nothing but known as a whole.