Patience Worth - Faith And The Muse

So you’ve returned to lengthen my shadowTo once again shatter my windows

What a child will feel When the home is hell Hands loom and fall

Waiting for the pen to move

With arms too wide to hold just one Too small to heal the world Go on

Were it but words that called me home Relayed the dream that beckoned you beyond

Every injured soul Needs a silent hand to hold Someone to break

Pleading for the heart to hate

Hell is an empty house haunted by a child’s voice