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I know your voice is thin

Know your head is low

Shaking underneath

It’s not your day

Fear is closing

Fear is brighter now

Holding others arms

He’s gone his way

Whatever changes

Now may you find your door

We were closing we were seated down

Restless little hands

We were caving in

We were falling round

Take his little head in mine

Fear is gone

Let the ground swallow him whole

Take these little tears now

Overcome

For son you could never have sold

Caught in between

And his head is by the door

Saw oregano and fear is right

Curled up in between

By these photos on the floor

Tearing down the seem and burning on

So many changes

Now may they find their door

We were gathered round

See our faces fall

Into him again

Calling from within