I was among the fatherless ones, born in a tide of paralyzed sons.
Threatened with fire, we all promised our spirits.
Am I followed, watched like prey? Who is singing freedom to me?
Tell me now, have you known a love powerful enough to steal your fear of
death with wounds so bitter? Can there be a place far beyond this sorrow ever bright and safe?
I will break this vein of violent shame, and run free.
Crooked & crimson, its blood is poisoned.
