Sacred Wounds

Oh brother, I’d say you’ve lost your way again But the truth is, you’ve never been found You see things not as they are If only you could leave it at that Your dissonance spills out and over Leaving a sticky black sap That we try not to drown in We want to love you Yet can’t find a way in Stuck in this wet tar Wondering if we could turn it into honey A golden sweetness that could bring you back Could make your blue eyes clear Mother closes her eyes Sister stays busy Father keeps composed I look to logic We are not okay The poisonous tales you tell are from your grandmother’s lips We can only watch as you drink from her cup Screaming on the inside As we frantically sweep the broken glass you leave in your wake Our feet bleeding from these sacred wounds Still, We have sunshine and songs Babies and bad jokes Fresh air and flowers We have each other And we're okay