Father May I

all the vicious in the wind

come and burn like salt

all the fire in the inn

grows even in the fall

hell’s on your wings

and it’s all in love

all the finer things i do now

Father why

father may i go home

she’s already gone twice

and still i can’t let go

with one arm

woman

with a face like these

i might need you around

you look enough like me

to keep alive but now

now nobody would know

nobody would know

nobody would know

nobody would know