Levitations

O, my Children, darkness comes
swifter than the night;
Rush into thy mother’s arms
to cast away the fright.

Levitate! Levitate!

Rise towards the light!

O, my Daughters, when love cuts
deeper than a knife;
Run away, run away
lest be buried by life.

Levitate! Levitate!

Rise above the strife!

O, my Sons, the world steals souls
even at sunrise;
Stand to breakdown and cry
else hide the darkness behind your eyes.

Levitate! Levitate!

Rise beyond disguise!