I Hear You Still

Oh you bitter broken boy
Where has your faith gone?

Your eyes used to be bright
But now they hold years of pain and resentment
There is so much in your eyes

You’ve saved the world
Gone against the holy and the damned and the human
And you’re tired
I know you are so, so tired

I wish I could take it all away
And let you rest like you wish
Give you that gentle easy life
You’ve dreamed of since you were six months old

You tried so hard to hold on to God
But each time he didn’t turn up
Your faith dwindled away
Until prayer was but an old murmur in the corner of your mind

You don’t pray, no
But you talk
I can hear you
And I want nothing more than to be with you and take it all away

I may be far from you
Yet I can still hear your pleas
Your questions and angry words
The quiet confessions into your pillow at night

I hear that brother of yours
That freckled fragile one
Who won’t admit it but
Still prays, mostly to tell me about you

I wish I could reach you and touch your chest
Caress your face and hold your hand
Take you into my arms and tell you
“I’m here, and it’ll be all right”

Don’t cry you bitter broken boy
I’ll find you I swear
And you’ll be mine once more
And I will be yours