Ashamed of the face you were born with, brings tears to my eyes
I find it amazing you could hate this beautiful thing
but you were born on halloween, thought you were meant for a mask
so you tear and you tear, try to find what's under your skin.
I place my hands on the beautiful bend in your spine
and I press my head to my father's stuttering heart
and isn't it strange how the shadows trees make in my room
take the shape of a man on his knees in the dark?
Our bodies will fail us but carry they must towards the things that we hope to be good
and I will try, I will try to bear you inside with what little grace runs in my blood
Red faced and howling be near to me, pain in the years.
lay down your anger, pull that blade from your side -
Face the craziness of chemicals trying to murder your mind:
roll the stone off your chest, take a breath, survive.
I place my hands on the beautiful bend in our spine
and I press my head to my father's stuttering heart.
With each quavering beat I can feel you still rage inside me,
as I hold myself tight, I grow around you like rings in a tree.
I watch the crows rise in circle above the roof;
doom comes in many forms, as if we have not seen enough.