The Half Rising Man

In the waking hour I am heaven sent Of guilt devoured Nowhere to vent I am chosen but broken I want to feel your devotion I don't need your consent The wood splintered in the dead of winter We burned our homes and buried bones We play God The unknown Unearth the half rising man before he raises his hand The blade The command. Burnt bodies of water the spirit enlights The skies ablaze A thousand ways to say how your father failed To tell To wish him well And leave no trace No warm embrace My hidden heart Our time apart The damage done Our days to come And feel free. Decide the depth of my grave The wood of my cross The love that you gave The weight of my loss The wait They let me live They let me live I longed for his hand That makes That breaks Caresses my hair and my past mistakes I moved mountains to meet you I fought the gods just to greet you I buried the house as I left And secrets I kept The children wept Forever denied God knows why To tell To wish him well And leave no trace No warm embrace My hidden heart Our time apart The damage done My days to come And feel free And fear no one Decide the depth of my grave The wood of my cross The love that you gave Forever denied A home I worship my throne Alone I bring harm I move just to meet you Burned my cross to greet you I am heaven sent I am heaven sent To tell To wish him well To leave no trace No warm embrace My hidden heart Our time apart The damage done My days to come And feel free Feel free