Ravenna

It's all in the follow through.
Forgive and repent.
I reckon damn so.
I walk among saints, and yeah, I sleep with those sinners.
They tug at my heart and they'll hurt you alright.
It's seeing your flaws and knowing you won't fix them.
Everything is burning around me.
Swallowing acres of people.
They scratch and claw and bite and rake and swing.
Effort bubbling under their nails.
There hasn't been a stranger year.
Lockjaw that won't sing, and songs that won't come.
People I love and also don't trust.
They don't write themselves, do they...
Why won't it rain?
I feel every feeling.
I want to tell you how I feel every feeling, and then I don't.
And then I do again.
And then I don't.
Mostly, I won't.
People don't know what to do with me.
I don't know what to do with my pride.
Peter and Paul spoke with their hearts.
I mostly want to be polite.
And then I don't.
Because,
I've got muscles to flex and tears to cry yet.
I was born under the moon in the sweet southern air.
I love everything.
I love everyone.
At once.
As much as I can.
As much as is allowed.
I clearly see the good in the world.
I want to be a great addition to it...woven into its fabric.
You and I see,
We're just made of carbon.
And it don't last.
It's the temperate silence of sweet serenity.
It's the sound in my head and the heat in my heart.
It's God's love.

"Honey, we all deserve to wear white..."