Heavy footsteps, they bound the ground. Not the footsteps of a forward man.
Booming voice to shatter fragile spirits,they cower in the corner, hiding from the light.Silent faces with broken eyes.
Hide away, be small for fear of sight.Once a protector, now terror-giver.
What happened to the lamb?The shadowed lion rent innocent flesh, broken, dusty bones remain.
Oh, little soul-chaser, where have you gone? Lost, you were lost to us ...
Merry eyes, the birds teased with Heaven's gaiety; now dull.
Seed strewn on salted ground.
Come back, come home, little sparrow.
Light here, on the breast of what they pierced.
Bloody soil, no longer fallow, you've had a journey, little one.
You're not an angel anymore~
Your feathers have shattered, wings are broken; your song, long-since forgotten.
Lay your head here, little one; rest now on hallowed ground.
I'll bathe you in holy oils.
From my lips, take a healing breath.
Rest now little sparrow; you are home, you are home.