Draw Back Your Hands
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Father, don't welcome me home
I've lost the way, these years alone
Maybe your voice grew too weak
To muster succor's arms
I sing the faith held holy in the old days
Just like the wounded in sight
I am the death of pride and Lucifer
A guide in sense and parable size
I always knew somehow that it would be like this
The bitter spoils are harder won and I never won for it
Dusk winter like garden on edge
Eyes alight with stars
Pay no mention to the absent light
Equate the blackness with hope
No frail forgiveness, no blinding light
Just the cloaked and quiet and the veiled voice
No frail forgiveness, no blinding light
Just the cloaked and quiet and the veiled voice
A quarter century awake
And not a trace of that promised embrace
I have watched my closest leave with love in their hearts
But have not felt a thing
I'm told that acceptance will take
The bulk of what burdens me
But I've been finding that it's me who determines my fate
And chose to make the world a bitter place
Father
Father
Father
I always knew it would be like this
Father
Father
Father
Don't welcome me home
Father
Somehow I always knew, somehow I always knew
Father
Don't welcome me home
Father
A quarter century awake
And not a trace of that promised embrace
I have watched my closest leave with the love in their hearts
But have not felt a thing