A Line Runs Through

Well, it's all done now I'm headed home And when I see you again We'll both be grown Into the things we long to be And if not all the way, then partially I have a rock I stole from the river It's black and lumpy But there's a sliver of white across it— A perfect line I try to hold that image in my mind When I look out across the world And see the broken mess my little girls Will inherit Yeah, it could be scary But a line runs through it And it helps me bear it I try to listen when it gets quiet Try not to struggle against That empty silence Sometimes it's awkward But if I'm patient A song comes to me Head low tail wagging But other times it's just myself Try hard to listen For that voice of help, out of the quiet— A perfect line A word of comfort That helps me change my mind