Marked to be alone,
And my eyes are closed
Drawn and separate
For sakes of discernment
Walk with the broken pieces
They do not say a word
They speak not a word to the broken sea
Not burnt by the fire
Or pulled by the flood
They come to rest in crimson pools of blood
Guided by the wind
Not burnt by the fire
Not pulled by the flood
The come to rest (alone, alone) But they,
They go, so we ride But the candle burns alone
It guides us safetly home