For Sunday

For Sunday For 17 years Ive let this go, Ive let this go No one cares now, not even I now, that this familiar place has never once felt like home So when you think that you have the right to say, why doesnt your heart burn like ours? Ill let the ashes go, this wound you cant replace No one including you cared to comfort the flame Because you cant see me, so dont pretend like I owe it to you, like you saved me Its not of your hands I owe nothing to you You never reached out when I needed anyone But when voices sing and lift to promises that Ive never seen, then and only then do I truly feel home in this hope So befriend me and smile to my face, I swear Im lying this time Ive never been so far away when these regrets are worthless to me And God why do I blame them? Im begging you to forgive me But when voices sing and lift to promises that Ive never seen, then and only then do I feel home in a hope that will embrace the sky