We are storms and banks and reeds
Whipped by the wind, we rise to bluster and succumb to our own floods
We are fear and desperation and pointlessness
Cold, we huddle for fear of being forgotten, yet that is our fate.
We are hope and need and desire
Dragged from our homes, Our cries lost to the tumult of the world
We are tragedy and sickness and alone.
And if there is any redemption left to us it lies in the sacrifice of love