What Has Been Done

Half mile from the riverside

Square wood building hard and white

I’ll take water, I’ll take night

I will swim through snow and ice

Laid your story down on me

forced inside the good belief

Now I only dream my words

fly away like blackened birds

Oh I feel these lessons burn inside the person I’ve become

Edges curl and darken as I do what has been done

Cheek on floorboard, hand in fire

little sister dressed in white

Last day she was seen alive

walking to the riverside

We will never get to hide from it

no matter how we run

All things come to find us

and we’ll do what has been done

Have your holy, I’ll have mine

soil and birch and open sky

All our stories some day go

dust from air and earth from bone

Oh I hear the ancients calling

that we’ll know from where we’ve come

there on that horizon we will see what has been done