Holy War - Chely Wright

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