Homeless Child

Oh velvet tide
rising up to meet the moon
then crashing back down again
in rushes of whispers
can you drown out memories
that rest within

Yesterday, came winter
frosting the outside of my heart
leaving just enough warmth to survive
it seems tears are of old time
I've forgotten how to cry

Habits they never die out
yet it seems so natural to me
the distance that is between the blood
and the papers, I'm just a child
homeless unto everyone
with the exception of my husband
and my Savior

Waves crash still at my feet
in the darkness of the night
as I remember the years of then
and the present, don't forget the years to come
funny how things don't change
how I learn not to care

Yet I always hope for better
while I wait for the waters
to wash it all away, and take me home to heaven
where I don't have to worry anymore

Oh velvet tide
I will rise with you to meet the moon, and farther
every ounce of pain I was ever forced to feel
will crash back down with you,
in your rushes of whispers
I will soar free, in my time
you will drown out those memories
my soul will be separated from this life
this homeless child