We Wait for the Crown

I gathered my strength to look at her hands
In one was a flame, the other, a man.

Such choices are wrong
Her face becomes pale
We wait for the crown
We wait for the wail...

Is that all I am?

Will someone pick up my scent through the flurries of snow?

When the world comes
Desperation fueling its cries
Turn on your heels
Learn how it feels to say goodbye

I labored for days to keep him from harm
As I closed my eyes she opened her arms...

Is that all I am?

Will someone hear my poor heart as it sputters and slows?

What have you done?
This creation will suck you dry
Now that he's near
None of us hear your soft goodbyes

Is that all I am?

Will someone teach him, remind him of me as he grows?