Wand In The Sky

April 13, 2009

I could ask “why“,
Like I’m the very first prey to wonder
Like only I’ve been touched by the hand
That claps the most terrifying bolts of thunder

But who would value a question,
That's been echoing for years before me

When “why” never numbed their cries
Or silenced the skies inside me

I could ask “why“,
Until my thoughts are entwined in tangles
I could watch and cry until I’m hard inside
While demons make love to angels

But “why” would never keep me safe
Shelter me from the depth and aches
“Why” would never take my pain in its lips
And suck the poison from my veins

“Why” isn’t a question to be answered
Under minds and eyes growing starry

There's no wand in the sky,

And "why" isn't His form of sorry