Older and young laid low the sound
His arms folded to far, undone
Let all my words be one
Linger along on a trail I found so far
Sing, choirs of angel-song
Let all my words be gone
Shame on me
I held those eyes
For far too long, I know
Wet shoulder under his eyes, so red, so calm
Tell me, was I your son?
Let all your words be one
Long - but not so long - are these tears I've shed so far
Sing, choirs of angel-song
Let all my words be gone