I feel there anvil
Over my head
Speaking words of stone
Thinking thoughts of lead
I see the light
Which burns, I’m glad
What I could have
You know I wish I had
And yet this stone
That sinks within
A result of
What I needed then
And didn’t get
At least
Not yet
This kind of wound
Wants not to heal
Terror companion
Always at my heels
Words said aloud
Are all but done
I’m reaching for the moon
Despite the sun
I read the sign
Hanging in the dark
By dying flames
Mourning the spark
That haven’t yet
Me burn out yet
Tried to carve your name
Into the bark
But struck a place
A hardened mark
I broke the blade
Upon the knot
Couldn’t walk away
Never forgot
How the trees
Grow, crack and burn
And turn to stone
Each fissure earned
I’ll build a house
Not on this earth
Where she can dream
And never learn
And yet this stone
That sinks within
A result of
What I needed then
And didn’t get
At least not yet
I read the sign
Hanging in the dark
By dying flames
Mourning the spark
That haven’t let
Me burn out yet
That haven’t let
Me burn out yet