Stuttering syllables to the screaming sense of eating someone's heart

You've clung to notions that our story's not dead

And since a year ago, I've been away from those who lended their faith

To be something persistent and caring



Hell, it's a soul forming

And who you are is all I have to know



Are you coming home? I shook my head and looked straight into her eyes

I saw the rains that flows off in towards spring

Will you forgive, though? I held it in to hide my hurting reflection

I felt two arms that never meant to let go



Hell, it's a soul forming

And who you are is all I have to know



Oh did you miss me so?

Were you aching when I was gone?

Hope you weren't, I'm not near good enough

To be deserving of sure pure heart



"Never leave me alone,

Feel my brittle bones shift under my skin"



...

I missed your early life, how you developed out of all of these fears

Through captured echoes I hear your scream



I tilt the lakes to drip and rake the forest with my watery hands

Through humming winds I speak in voices so clear



I missed the hourlong talks of how mother is mad

I missed just being there when you came home



My bones still shift inside, as I exist between the trees and our earth

Can you hear the stories read out from the owls?