So you've returned to lengthen my shadowTo 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

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