Pat - Good Morning

You never talk about the clothes I wear

You never discuss how I wear my hair

Even though

You can see it all

Stand up for reason and hurt the causes that inspire

Let the devil’s whisper light your thoughts on fire

Even though

You shouldn’t have to worry at all

I’m hardly human not to be by your side

Death shifts perspective, life’s an unfortunate lie

But you

You’ve seen it all

How many hours 'til your grandmother dies?

How many times have you looked her in the eye?

Say it’s not enough at all

The hand held with the grip so forcefully

The skin protecting your bones is paper-thin

Your eyes may shine but your voice, it carries me

I’m scared of the darker shit I’m yet to see