So you've returned to lengthen my shadow
To 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

FAITH AND THE MUSE - PATIENCE WORTH