Chosen

She was old like the night
 Thin like rain
 Watermarked with pain
 Her story had been mistold
 In her head it was all wrong
 Her song should have been sung strong
 The night was white heavy and dead
 And stale thoughts rose to her head
 I'm here she said
 Not for myself
 I'm here for god
 And god has given me a child
 to protect.
 Her baby with a fever kept her body awake
 Her dark eyes and strong hands never made mistakes
 But the night shut her eyes when she woke from a dream
 And the windows opened and closed as she screamed
 The moon reflected in her eyes and in his sleep
 The fruit of her womb was stolen
 God's child now
 To keep
 With time they all said
 With time you'll find rest
 He opened his doors
 He choose yours as his best.
 With time they all said
 In time you'll find rest
 She opened his gates
 And drove a knife in her chest
 Hoping to meet him
 At the end of faith,