Gethsemane Unchained

Catch the morning mist 

Above a gentle stillborn breath

These saving grace reminders 

Of an everlasting death

Cathartic prayers unanswered 

The teardrops of dissent

Reclaimed in supplication 

Bleeding mutually content

In fields of benevolence 

Where absolution reigned

We could sleep forever 

In Gethsemane unchained