In the days when children sung. In the heart claim shattered son. You were right in telling them. Where they were beneath the snow. . Space call God right now.
Between you and me. And how cautious we have become. Leaving you hooked and off the floor. To think the better you might have known with age. . With every breath.
And I've paid the price of solitude. With which to worry while you're away. With our grace to allow my hand to travel. In worth here across your face.
So now this is the beginning, dear. Have you come to start a fight?. Oh, you say you won't, but you know you might. Push the living off and say. . Oh, mother please.