You break the silence with a song

In the emptiness my answer rings

Your bitter words have grown in strong

Through the cracks

You’ve heard me say I’m sorry

Now the grass has all gone gold

And there’s still a risk of fire

Yellow moon behind the smoke

I feel the broken, handmade thing

I feel like I can fix it but you’re telling me I can’t

Should I listen

Let your words run in

Tears down my face

Reverse bloom

Now a year has passed since we’ve seen each other

Spinning through our lives

Far apart, it’s true

Maybe in another year or two

You’ll be there

And I’ll be there too

And how our voices grew

Inside our hands and flew

Like butterflies, I see your eyes

Reverent and wild

I tried

I feel the broken, handmade thing

I feel like I can fix it but you’re telling me I can’t

Should I listen

Let your words run in

Tears down my face

Reverse bloom