To the Light

She would say to who'd ever hear As if shaken to the core All this motion is restless fear Leading me to foreign shores She would hear all their wasted words Like she'd never heard before Fleeting hymns of a carrion bird Offering to be restored One day if you tire of being alone And all the aching in your restless bones You can call and I'll come running right up to your door To drag you to the light She would shrink in the evening time In the darkest shadows of the moon A voice would cry like the brightest light Calling out for the twenty-first of June One day if you tire of being alone And all the aching in your restless bones You can call and I'll come running right up to your door To drag you to the light She would say for herself to hear Like she'd never heard before Whether a day or a thousand years I'll finally put to rest these fears One day if you tire of being alone (All in due time) And finally put to right your broken bones (Forgiven crimes) When the dust has settled in your mind (The voice you'll hear) And if the sorrow hasn't left you blind (Nothing to fear) You can call and I'll come running right up to your door To drag you to the light