In Scrapes And Scars Testo

lay me down here in worries, in scrapes and scars.lay me down to sleep.
night turns to day somewhere between three and four.
an early morning in flames.
a crash as the water breaks. like a wave.
the gestation of my sickness fully grown.
ready to whine its first sound, and deliver me from peace.
i raise this child in the same way that it was conceived.
in the weakness of my love. and light candles in prayer for its lonely soul.
standing only to fall.