Emma Ruth Rundle
Savage Saint
For every sun that was not met
And cry for every one that set
Bury in shade
That we'll never notice
Carry the weight on your tiny shoulders

Don't be ever forgotten, savage saint
Quiet, never come talking faint

Oh and how we begged for you
For all those things you can't undo
Quiet the blade that moves through daughters
Heavy the braid that breaks on your shoulders

Don't be ever forgotten, savage saint
Never draw blood in the garden, faint
Don't be the name that's drawing shame and
Never let your heart harden, little flame

I held him, his short life
In my hands, in my heart
I held him, his whole life
In my hands, in my heart

Don't be ever forgotten, savage saint
Never draw blood in the garden, faint
Don't be the name that's drawing shame and
Never let your heart harden, little flame