Today, my soul is a broken thing

Where no green grows

And pain has clipped my wings.

Today, my heart is underground

With the taken,

And fear deadens every sound.

Today, I walk in a barren dream

Both hyper-vigilant

And lost sightless in fog and steam.

Tomorrow, I will pray for hopeful things,

For victory, for peace.

But today, my soul is a broken thing.