Death is promised to the bee
Who's sting protects the colony
Was it's life worth nothing more than honey for the queen?
Life is a branch and it is a dove
Handcrafted by confusing love
Sign language is our reply
When church beels make no sound
In hollow towers and empty hives
We craved sweetness with a fear of heights
Was it all just a grain of sand in and hourglass?
The smartest thing I've ever learned
Is that I don't have all the answers
Just a little light to call my own
Though it pales in comparison
To the overarching shadows
A speck of light can reignite the sun
And swallow darkness whole
Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss
It is the finger pressed upon our lips
It puts an unwanted emphasis on how we should have lived
Life is a gorgeous, broken gift
Six billion+ pieces waiting to be fixed
Love letters that were never signed
Sent to where we live
But the sweetest thing I've ever heard
Is that I don't have to have the answers
Just a little light to call my own
Though it pales in comparison
To the overarching shadows
A speck of light can reignite the sun
And swallow darkness whole