I had a lot to say before they sewed my mouth shut Out on a rosy field, between a cross and crescent
I had a love so pure I had to leave her behind. I never told her why Did I ever tell myself why?
I kept a steady hand as we untied the bowline, Off of a ragged pier during a grey-haired sunset.
Past the old tree and the coal mine, We deserted all the burdens of the land Traded all that aging clay For the urgency and anger of the sea
A hundred fading prayers sewn into woolen blankets And my father's rosary twisted around my frail uncertain wrist
I'd heard a soul could float But could it swim to safety? Well I'm scared that when this ends I may not even have one at all.
And you said, "I do believe that hope is just a grand distraction from the walls you will have to climb." So pick up your weeping feet and just start moving forward And don't look back to see if she's there.