You don't cradle me like you used to.
Ever since your arms became my straightjacket,
you haven't let go.
But you don't cradle me like you used to.
I guess you're right.
There's no closure in open arms.
No solace in goodbye.
And when your eyes close,
I'll still see the tears streaming down your face.
You can't hide them.
Can't hide behind them.
Answers, like friends,
never there when you need them most.
"Who was there when you needed hope?"
"Who was there when I needed you here?"
But you won't cradle me like you used to,
because you can't.
When did broken mean souls can't be fixed?
Ever since your words became daggers
held close to my throat.
Ever since your light became darkness
since rightous became unholy
since birth we're unworthy,
But you won't cradle me like you used to.
I won't let you.
There's no closure
when eyes are closed.
And you don't see me,
And you won't see me,
*Directed as a prayer towards God.