There is violence in the cradle and I am left wanting for someone to hold me .
The branches are broken and all that hangs is the thought of you.
The wheat darkens with the shadows up on their shafts
And the night sighs away the warmth of you
And upon the ground I bleed for you
All the sorrows drain from my ears
And my heart is dried and broken
And all is stilled upon the memory of you.
