Dearly Devoted -

Their fields were once so pretty

Now a bomb fails to justify where they slipped in our defeat

Those conversations spoke volumes to me

I built a foundation on reasoning

And aimed to discard grandeur for beauty

No longer digging through the hurt to find the worst

In a cycle we needed to break

If this microphone is a vehicle for change

Then we must resist the vacancy that’s blanketing

I will take my aim from the same old place

Sheltering my spirit from the emptiness that pervades

In a Removal Act tactic they ripped from history’s playbook

Like a reared-up disguise in a mellow sunrise that hides then blinds our purpose

We make a choice to think or fail:

A principle that unveiled itself to me and never left my side

Because my mind belongs to me and my spirit belongs to me

I’m not giving it all away

Im not trading conviction for apathy

Im not giving it all away

Im not trading this clarity for anything