Does he know who you are?
Does he know what he has?
You sit in silence
Pain within
does he know your seeping scars?
Does he know your empty arms?
Does he know where you are?
You wonder round
Lost again
Does he know your aching heart?
Do you know his trembling lips?
Do you know his careless steps?
His dying words
His fraudulence
Do you know who this man is?
Do you know his prying eyes?
Do you know his fingertips?
Curled in his palm
Hurting you
And hurting him
Do you know the healing path?
Do you know the weight within?
Sinking down
Covered round
Do you know what freedom is?
In response to Keaton Henson’s You Don’t Know How Lucky You Are