Are you breathing?
Do you live as I live now?
Are you thinking as I thought
so long ago?

Are you worried?
Do you wonder where you are
why you are
for whom you’re made?

Does it justify the games we play
the hearts we break
the love we take
to hear the sound of the unknown?

Little child, have you found a home
in a world I was never meant to know?

'Cause I'm aching for this hallowed day
when the sainted sinners see His face
but I cannot call for saving grace
with my only thought

your absent name