We weep bitterly, sickly
At all the suffering on earth
Our hearts most finely tuned to death
And the successive flood of hurt.
I weep like glass is in my veins
I cry and scream til sorrow stains
My soul and leaves me haunted, pained
Like the flood will tear my heart away.
We shake our fists at God
We break our teeth with grinding
How could you? How could you
The aching is crescendoing
My pain is overwhelming
Yet I do not stand alone.
This was never my home.