Understanding

This is Father, empty as the set,
”This is my final Psalm” he says to me,
This is no revelation,
This is mother crying at the door,
This is her final child to leave,
This is no happy occasion,

This is brother crying in his cell,
”This is my final meal” he says to me,
This is his condemnation,
This is sister crying on her bed,
This is her final chance to leave,
And escape her situation,

Well it comes to pass,
It comes to pass and we’re all here,
Is there nothing we can do?
The water is rising,
And we’re drowning along with our friends in the ocean,
And nothing can fix all the thoughts that are broken,
Is it too late to turn around?
Is it too late to turn around?

And the birds in the trees do nothing but condemn,
And the look in her eyes said she needed a friend,
And I’m holding her hand but I can’t hear her breath,
And they’re all stepping back, as she takes off her dress,

Is there nothing we can do?

Well it comes to pass,
It comes to pass and we’re both here,
Is there nothing we can do?
The water is rising now, 
And we’re drowning alone by ourselves in the ocean,
And nothing can fix all the thoughts that are broken,
Run away, run away from this place,

Well it comes to pass,
And she’s whispering,
All the secrets she’s never told,
Of all the things she doesn’t know,
Or control or understand,
And I know I can empathize,
’Cuz I’m just a man,
And i don’t understand,