Four Sisters, Pt. 1

One sister walks the wasteland
Never found a way in
Hunger and thirst
Pale-faced curses
Fell from full lips again
Who has a soul that’s not fainting?
Who has a soul that’s not faint?
Use your voice
Another sets up shop in a blackout
Huddled in the dark corners
She hates the word of healing
Spitting on wisdom
So now its hard labor
Where is the friend of the stubborn?
Who will shatter the bars of iron?
Use your voice
With her ear inclined and her aching eyelids
Her little neck so tender
The echo came back with a different timbre
An octave remembered
A substance delivered
A city to dwell in
Use your voice