Driving Nails
RYAN CLARK
I was the light
I was the quiet heart
I was the place we used to dwell
And when the cold would tear your life apart,
I was the warmth that you had felt
What have I become?
Thoughts like shadows swelling through my mind
What have I become?
Something else inside
It's driving nails into my soul
Angels from my door
Driving nails into my soul
Something inside
I was the blood inside you broken heart
I was the stone that you had held
I close my eyes
Search for you
Retracing every step