| The new life inside of you |
| Say goodbye to all we knew |
| Nothing could have prepared us for this |
| Our children lost in the womb |
| We will remember |
| We will remember you |
| The quiet death |
| Our broken hearts |
| Our tears will fall |
| As we silent mourn |
| The new life inside of you |
| Gone now, leaving empty rooms |
| I wish that I knew what to say or do |
| I was quiet then, but know this is for you |
| Spirit |
| Form and move |
| Grow, flourish, bloom |
| Breath, essence, idle sleep |
| Decline, retreat, cease |
| Shapeless repose |
| Stillness |
| Death: the final repose |
| The new life inside of you |
| Gone now, leaving empty rooms |
| I wish that I knew what to say or do |
| I was quiet then, but know this is for you |
| Extrapolate the sun |
| Climb to God on red-hot rungs |
| Calloused palms burnt on Sunday qualms |
| I’m leaning on my wounded god |
| Sons of daughters, rise and die |
| Hear me beat, anachronistic heart of mine |
| I learned every hell has a name |
| These are the pains we cannot change |
| So wearing thin, consume my skin |
| I’ll wear it then |
| Is this the place where grace comes in? |
| Bloom, flourish, forgive, repeat |
| My wounded god, suddenly asleep |
| The new life inside of you |
| Gone now, leaving empty rooms |
| I wish that I knew what to say or do |
| I was quiet then, but know this is for you |
| In time, we will grow stronger |
| But tonight, strength is far from our hands |
| Life has come |
| But I think of you so often |
| Who would you be if we could have known you then? |
| The quiet death |
| Our broken hearts |