Cry  

Hold the knife
So numb inside
Fallen angels lose their right to fly
Needles dig and paint the night with fire
Darts of rage so slow and sure
In this end, my soul to burn

Slashes quick and sharp and true
Something has gained control of you
We writhe and struggle in the mire
Messiah hears our cry
Spirit falls with tongues of fire
A reverent hope upon my broken skin
A child was born
To save this world from our desperate sin

© 2006 Margaret Haugen