A Better End

We are servants paid with scraps and praise

A fraction of yours, and yet we give you all our days

This world is alien in every way

Unsteady, we become what you need us to be

I once thought that each road leads home

But this path has led me to see

This shadow is only the shape of the presence of light

Where it falls warm and bright on our faces

It makes weak the foundation

Of a life where we're not dragged behind

By chains and hands that forgot why they made us