Host my hands

All alone now, when only memories remain
Survived somehow but still going against the grain
The page is turned, around the bend
I can almost taste the air of a distant dear land
These wings meant to be tamed
Are now leaving the frame
Of the perfect old tomorrow

No sign of hate I wished to harbor in my heart
But ere it's too late I must tear the veil apart
To hear my voice that screams in pain
Why was it me? Did my soul die in vain?
I will not curse the earth
Nor the fate I deserved
Nor the days of joy I borrowed

And all I'm bleeding
Runs into rivers where the anger I
Seethe with
Mesmerizes
What of me is leaving
A place of hope, life and danger
Where the cross has risen
Ready to host my hands

Yes
I see it now.