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 played 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.

My days to come.

And feel free.

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 weight.

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.

Secrets I kept.

The children wept.

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 worshipped 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.

And leave no trace.

No warm embrace.

My hidden heart.

Our time apart.

The damage done.

My days to come.

And feel free.

And feel free.

And feel free.

And feel free.