holy war

perhaps it is fitting, the sky heavy and spitting at the ground, the sun hid above us, with a grip on my breath it had found, i'd let it out slow as you stood to go, and it rose high just as i slipped down, then i whispered your name, knowing well you would not turn around, we stand at the door, like the holy make war, both of us sure we are right, we move through it unseen, for the darkness between us, but i mean to leave on the light, i want to let go of, all i think i know of how, our story unwinds, and might turn back to find us somehow, we've both turned away, when wisdom would say, we've squandered forgiveness and time, and all they would allow, if i could offer both of us mine, we stand at the door, like the holy make war, both of us sure we are right, we move through it unseen, for the darkness between us, but i mean to leave on the light, what held us together, lay like a feather in my hand, not enough weight now for flight, or the freedom to land, we each take from the other, now struggle is all that we share, it's less than i am, and more than i think i can bear, we stand at the door, like the holy make war, both of us sure we are right, we move through it unseen, for the darkness between us, but i mean to leave on the light, but i mean to leave on the light