Bones
The ghosts moored
Their boats upon the shore
With hands and ropes
They plucked the trembling stars

And the sound of bones
Rattled on the wind
And the salt of tears
Dropping in the sand

The bones of birds
And children beneath me lie
The blood of stars
The blood of stars

The whispered sin
On a guiltless knife
The silenced ring
Of a bullet in a life

We hid ourselves
In the stitching of a myth
We hid by words
In the history we bid
The bones of birds
And children beneath me lie
The blood of stars
On your hands and mine
The blood of stars
The blood of stars

When the fight was lost
They fell with broken hearts
A wound of a thousand cuts
And a scar to last the ages

When the fight was lost
They fell with broken hearts
A wound of a thousand cuts
And a scar to last the ages

When the fight was lost
They fell with broken hearts
A wound of a thousand cuts
And a scar to last the ages

When the fight was lost
They fell with broken hearts
A wound of a thousand cuts