i was starved
white desert ground

i was dry
a hungry child

i lived my life, dotted 'i's
knotted fingers toed the line

then
your open arms

i've been crying all of my life i guess
and all my smiles were just cringing and tired
now your sleeves are dryin my eyes i find
these bleary sights are cuff polished and bright
i've been crying all of my life
but here entwined in sinew and fire