Madder Mortem

I am so sorry. I've made amends
I've kept my peace and bent my neck
I know the pattern, I know the sound
and I have twisted it around
The chance to speak passed me by
Remaining frozen in dead time
Honesty stripped of its meaning
I would not hurt you again
You have my heart, you have my hands
Pinning me down when I'm leaving
Moving without sense or sign
Uprooted, and the pain refined
How long can the silence hold?
Where were you when I grew old?
Move me in my lack of faith
Unhand me when it's all too late
How long can your arm hold strong?
Where are you when I am wrong?
I know you well enough