All the Broken Pieces

Weary

Let go of the fight my dear

The day is growing old

The sun is tired

And the night grows cold

Please just come back home

Let go of the fight my love

You're weary now I know

This cause is good

But fear takes hold

I miss you now at home

There's a space in the air my dear

It's the panic growing bold

Though the moon lights your way

This darkness foretold

Is driving you far from home

Take care in the dark my love

Your fight is now at hand

You stand not alone

But the fight is your own

I pray you come back home