I suppose our actions speak from loud words
Such is the boy alone in the cold
Father speak now, sugar coated bullets fly
Take the wisdom, as it is yours
The compass he holds, as taken from God,
does not show my direction

Heaven is the forest
God is in the leaves
Winter must be the devil
Yet much is false in these trees
We were like soldiers in war
Time is an ambush

Last night I dreamt of my fathers death
I did not cry, I did not try
I did not weep, what does this mean?

Mother waited at home
Kitchen table, the altar
Spread the meat upon it
Profound is the zealots mantle
Christ on the wall, the ultimate trophy
Guilt smells so sweet
Childhood reveals the hunter

Knelt in the snow, I closed its eyes
Knelt in the snow, I closed his eyes

The deer will hunt you as you did them
My father's hand I let go
Your ideals vast piled high around you
Stand back and watch them devour

The ground is a magnet
Much fills the little time I have to think
Screaming, prayers fly around me
Memories hover

If this is His vision, may I end up where He can't see
If this is His vision, take me where God can't see