The light returns
It always does.
We forget the dark of the night.
In the breaking of the day.
What is there left to say?
It doesn’t have to be this way.
It doesn’t have to be this way.
Kyrie Eleison.

This thing is playing in my head
It’s on repeat.
The things I dread. 
The things been left unsaid.
It doesn’t have to be this way.
Doesn’t have to be this way.

The things you pray in the dead of night.
What god hears you in your fright?
Will they answer or stand cold as stars?
Indifferent to these deepening scars.

Protect the things I love tonight.
Spare them from this, hold them tight.
For this one favor
The things I owe.
The seeds I still have to sow.