A sleeping Saxon walks towards the urn
The sound passes, thunderous and old
To call light into the deep
It turns its spirit for the capture
Heed the babies born asleep
A final day has risen on the town
The bloody sight of horses falling down
Deafening sound of angels crying out
My family prays for mercy on their house
When I look into the eyes of my sister
My youngest friend
I see the love that she holds within
And she'll always have as she's growing up
In the days that I'm not there
I lost my way
Fell far out of bounds
You are all
Sorely loved and missed
