Sing Along, My Children

Sometimes it’s hard to look up
It can be tough to pretend
That I’m not crumbling
Like ant hills in hard rain
The weight is heavy at times
The lines fall hard
And then I’m falling apart
A river that banks can’t contain
It can be hard to see
Crumbling in your wake
Look at me; please don’t turn
Is this what we deserve?
Is this all that we are?
Only this, nothing more?
Crumbling, all of us
In the sea, into dust
We learn though we stumble
Not through paths unchosen
We learn from upheaval
Not through words and tokens
We lack for example
Not for lofty sermons
We learn though we stumble
Sing along, my children