The Speaker for the Damned

For those who eke out a mean existence,
Beaten black by the hand dealt by fate,
Surprised by a glance of desire,
Gave all to the first to have loved,

For those who stand near with fists curled,
Waiting to strike in their father's stead,
Those born into mirey neglect,
Whose loving is a sharing of wounds,

For those stuck between cracks and corners,
Wounded and waiting for depth,
With courage to pass through compunction,
To take the inevitable step,

For all these alike I cry WAIT!
Presume to melt hearts hardened made,
For I was a child just like these,
Called waiting, one died for my breath,

Here now I can love thee beside you,
Here now, laid to rest beside death.