Lenore woke up beside her bed
The results of twist and turns throughout the night, and fits from thoughts unsaid
wondering what her last dream meant
strips of dirty burgundy
curtains wrapped around her head
She closed her eyes so she could see
All that she knew she was and all she knew that she would never be
Her room had grown so very small
The light had left and hung itself on wires in the hall
She paced the floor around her flat, seeking more than evidence that all she wants is all she had.
She found a note somebody left
with all the words crossed out and a picture of a sinking shipped condemned.
All the mates had swam to shore.
She felt like she was lost at sea, just left with anchor-iron oars.
No one to blame but her alone.
And desperate calloused thoughts, brought to her by her own private ghosts.
O, this final day, she never knew it, she never knew just what she'd say
and O, this rising tide, it will fall, it will fall.
Don't stop, swim hard, let the current take you down.
Rise up like a once-soft angry storm cloud that you once were.
Well the rains picked up and the thunders loud, but the lightning lights up the walls of smoke and sound that
Surround you.
There's an eye to this storm but it's further now than it once was,
But that's not how we fix these things, and I can't shield you now.
From the silent whispers in the lonely deep while all thirteen mothers in their desperate sleep
cry out "Abba God, raise the weak, before the monsoon season climbs her peak"
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