Born a Saint

Finding myself, all alone No things I’m used to but these bones Can you breathe without me I am the moon’s gleam, On your raining scene. I care for you, Like no one can I believe that love can, When the sun gets high In the sky I find a way to uplift the day I do it alone At least that’s what they say Born a saint With grey in her veins Call my name in the fever of the night In the dark where the wild things bite I will walk where the haunted rivers wane With a crown made of branches and of pain Every tear is a spell I cannot feign Born a saint With grey in her veins Whispers of ash on my skin Old forest secrets seep in Would you dream without me I am the cold wind, Through your candle’s dim. I reach for you, Through roots and sand Every vow is carved in, On the stones that cry Under sky I hold the weight of what you pray Silent and known A ghost in your refrain Born a saint With thunder in her veins Under the boughs, under the boughs, I am the oath you never speak out loud Over the lake, over the lake, I am the ripple every step will make Follow my song, follow my song, Even as daylight says you don’t belong If you should stray, if you should stray, I’ll be the shadow that won’t fade away Call my name in the fever of the night In the dark where the wild things bite I will walk where the haunted rivers wane With a crown made of branches and of pain Every tear is a spell I cannot feign Born a saint With grey in her veins