i dread those three days.

We are crawling masterpieces falling downstairs.
Why did you let us go?
We used to be rain, light, song, and cloud.
But now we are this... people who hate.
Who cry.
People who want something more than this life.
All we want is to run up the stairs back to you,
But we can't climb the first step leading up,
Because we are a fallen, broken people.
Fallen and dirty.
Pick us up.
Help us up the first stair,
The one that brings us closer to You.