I heard the wind rustling through
the trees and ghostly voices rose from the fields
I ran with my heart pounding
down that broken path
With the devil snappin' at
my heels
I broke through the trees,
and there in the night
My father's house stood shining
hard and bright the branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched
my arms
But I ran till I fell, shaking
in his arms
I awoke and I imagined the
hard things that pulled us apart
Will never again, sir, tear
us from each other's hearts
I got dressed, and to that
house I did ride from out on the road, I could see its windows shining
in light
I walked up the steps and stood
on the porch a woman I didn't recognize came and spoke to me through a
chained door
I told her my story, and who
I'd come for
She said "I'm sorry, son,
but no one by that name lives here anymore"
My father's house shines hard
and bright it stands like a beacon calling me in the night
Calling and calling, so cold
and alone
Shining 'cross this dark highway
where our sins lie unatoned
Marco Giunco |
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