From These Wounds

And now I recognize your face and my folly

For longer days and nights this strange redemption

With words you've bled me dry

Now dust falls from these woundsInto the airless night I'm cast, hear me call you

I know I can't create a lie you won't see through

Through in this blessed tone I am a child in wanting

A feeling not unlike regret permeates me

And with the birth of fear I am set freeFrom these wounds I claim redemption

From these wounds I am redeemedIn passing I recall with such vivid clarity

The soft whispering reminders of foolish notions

Too late I realized my wrongs and my carelessness

Now from the stone I hear you call

I can not answer