Help me, help me respect you
I felt a feeling, my calm was quiet
My tongue was silent
I hear your whispers, from deadly darkness
Fearless, Pious
Children, childless women
Cry out for holding, my hands beholding
My spit was dried out, my eyes like stone clocks
Ticking, your highness
Fearless, Pious
Photos of what lies below
Her call was softly, ringing in hallways
My ears heard her waves
My feet felt sore with
Guilt and her helpless
Coldness, Pious