Madeline my beloved.

Every day when I wait for you to return from the plant

I feel the constant anxiety and pain of wanting to fix what I can't.

I hope and pray that you would come home with a smile on your face

But you come bearing so much sorrow and pain that we've lost a whole day that can't be replaced.

Is this what it's come to? Is this what we are?

A species on the run from the hunters who stole our only star.

I find no pride in our home, in the green mist we've grown

I just want to run to your arms and tell you we've found a new sun.

But instead we're on the grind day by day trying to hid in this mist

Instead of fighting back for our divine right to exist.

I refuse to let my child no nothing more than this rock

We've been called to a journey and it's time we start this walk.

Your loving husband.