But don't you see? 

It's not just about love 

but the longing

Not about when we belong

but when we're wronged

It's about when we're hurting

When they're hating

Because then we can heal

We can turn a new page

We can wage a new war

Not against our brothers

but the shadows that hover

inside our souls

the shadows that slowly

stole from us our hope 

because they swayed us into thinking

that any pain was just a clinking

against a prison cell

and not a key, from our internal jails freeing

us from wanting more and more 

and more. 

Our hurt, it saves us from our desire

wrapping its wires 

around our hearts

tugging them apart this way and that

in combat against it's beating

Our pains: 

they're hurting, yes,

but they're humbling.

healing. 

For if our lives were easy

We'd be empty

just holding to the incessant pulling

of what we want but we don't need

See, we'd be full but not fulfilled