I offer myself to you
Though I am a broken thing
A cardinal with severed wingIn morning to hide my face
Though I am a sunderer
Guised in maternal graceHeir to a crippled ground
My little Elysium
My god how I've let you downLet me fall
Through the ground
Where you fell
Back to youWe burn like Centralia
Lost in the ash below
Hoping to find a home
So far may you run from me
To cities with living leaves
No fire to fear beneath