The broken hymns of our promises
Are crunching under our dead weights
The air we inhale is always so stale
The pit of chaos so insatiate
 
Hold my arm, my sisters, please
My rainbow hair is bleached and brittle
Wrap your kindness around my skin
Let your strength help prove my mettle
 
Our eyes unfocused onto a blank wall
Soft breaths heaving, we’ll lay still
Tomorrow’s so big, we’re so small
Won’t we stand? I hope we will.
 
Our strengths hardened by softness
A different resilience.