Solitude Standing

I came out of the darkness Holding one thing A small white wooden horse I'd been holding inside And when I'm dead If you could tell them this That what was wood became alive What was wood became alive In the night the walls disappeared In the day the

If you were to kill me now right here I would still look you in the eye And I would burn myself into your memory As long as you were still alive I would live inside of you Id make you wear me like a scar And I would burn myself Into your memory And r

Solitude stands by the window She turns her head as I walk in the room I can see by her eyes she's been waiting Standing in the slant of the late afternoon And she turns to me with her hand extended Her palm is split with a flower with a flame Solitu