My left hand is over me
pushing me away
from this way
milk and faith

My right hand is hanging me
forcing my best
I pray to pass the test
left my path

The cliff is under my foot
no other could loose
proof of innocence
In the palace’s roof

Spoils of a life that comes
from the right places
to the unborn faces
sand in plates
armor in flames

Fulfilled spaces
between left and right