I see the tears you cry
As radiant jewels
Falling softy from eternity
Into the human realm
Lighting the way home.
Sometimes I feel we must
Cry the world back to life
To restore us to our naturalness
And remember our common humanity.
Old stuck past anger
In the present
It creates war with the world
It creates war with the self
Ultimately it’s a destructive energy
That begs us to see it, know it, feel it
So it no longer lurks in the shadows
This transforms anger into authority
And creative expression
And it gives us our voice back.