A hoard of secrecy
Days full of dry rain
Streets of empty seas
Touching foul dame

A boy so lost in filth
But so blessed by Him
Fallen into steady guilt
Sullen to forget his name

He lifted this child high
And gave him but a word,
"Son go forth and find the way
love is not your only worth"

So he walked through cities
Crumpled air that bore death
Leaking closer to the earth
Searching for what was left