creation destroys

as it births new nations

and new love

my heart was not touched

but the lining that protected it has been destroyed

and with it some blood and flesh

nothing major

i sing at its funeral praises on high

with its absence i can finally feel

it was the plastic that comes on your ipod

that feels so good to peel off

you do not need it

for it is the scratches and cracks that define our character

it will not protect

it will only prolong the inevitable

so i make a simple plea

pull off your plastic

and feel the wind on your flesh

for the first time

without anything between you and pain

you and love

you and me