White

White, white

In these days
There are words that shake my soul to its core
All these ways
To earn my place at the foot of a living man's grave
And yet all so unattainable
And every closed eye keeps me looking out for my own
Every foul battle wound of mine
In such stark contrast with this white, white faith

I remember the day
I remember the day
I remember the day I ran from you

In my time
So few years, but close between them my blood laced
Every line
To tell of bitter shame I never asked to know
You were so unattainable
So every sorrow I knew became my first love
Every self-inflicted wound of mine
In such stark contrast with your white, white forgiveness

I remember the day

I remember the day

I remember the day I ran from you

For every shadow over me

And every thorn I pushed you through

For every time I swore

I'd never fall in love with you

For every hate I ever harbored

For every time I looked away

You stayed

I remember the day
I remember the day
I remember the day I ran to you