In efforts to give closure to an old ghost

So you've returned
To lengthen my shadow
To once again
Shatter my windows
What a child will feel
When the home is hell
Hands loom and fall
Waiting for the pen to move

With arms too wide to hold just one
Too small to heal the world Go on

Were it but words
That called me home
Relayed the dream
That beckoned you beyond
Every injured soul
Needs a silent hand to hold Someone to break
Pleading for the heart to hate

With arms too wide to hold just one
Too small to heal the world Go on
With arms too wide to hold just one
Too small to heal the world Go on

Hell is an empty house haunted by a child's voice