Distorted

Stars fallen from grace taken as a savior.
And you, the smallest one.
Hope is something greater,
You can love her later,
When death and life are one.
You fly with a quilted pair of wings
Over things that have slept.

Oh child, you innocent babe,
You saw your mother’s grave.
She bled for the man who took her hand.
Pick up your confidence,
They’re still your parents.

Flowers tied to chains,
You will always feel deranged.