We look up to her glimmer of hope. Tonight, might feel less alone Do you think She knows anyone in the sky, or where I can go to hear her side. We look up to her there on her throne tonight might feel less alone if she happens to be lonely, too. Inherited shame follows my truth. If we dove down deep and looked again with planted feet buried in the sand, would we hear her side? Would we see there’s more? Ocean view from the ocean floor