Like a stammering, a
stuttering of the heart, I
am aching for a tenderness, a
warm embrace, hand beneath the
chin that lifts so gently and softly
And i wonder where this love has
been, slips through the fingers of a
bruised palm. Family a phantom limb,
togetherness a flitting sparrow, and
all of these on a tree tall and
bending to the sky

We all stare in the same direction, we are
all blind to the ground, we all have
scars around the neck, we have
all hugged a gun

So sing into the folds of night until it
tears into the sun, until the dawn stirs and
cracks the cold mirror of the dark

Maybe we can find our way home.