Open Arms

Open arms I was starved White desert ground I was dry A hungry child I lived my life dotted 'I's Knotted fingers toed the line I lived my life dotted 'I's These knotted fingers toed the line Then your open arms, your open arms, your open arms I've been crying all of my life I guess And all my smiles were just cringing and tired Now your sleeves are drying my eyes I find these bleary sights are cuff polished and bright I've been crying all of my life But here entwined in sinew and fire