After it Rains

You split the curtain, and we were restored.
I sing of incarnation, and the audience is bored.
Drama and Beauty are ours to behold,
But the masses are ignorant,

And still I implore you to take all the wounded,
Force them to love you, take all I have,
And take me too.

I know you don’t need me,
You don’t need my song.
Take it anyway;
I want to belong to you.

-After it Rains by Nothing To Say