Shadows

A fractured doorway, Out of place, So familiar Something tight in every face Embrace of home Something is now stale The earth in my hands Once rich, now turning pale The warmth of sanctuary Has turned cold and splintered Those bitter, scathing winds Blow a deadly winter This dirt, my roots Something ugly grows I left, I went away Has that same ugliness not be sown A hint of dissonance, Broken sounds in the night, The hint of dissonance, Shadows where there should be light Hold Your Torches Aloft These Roots Can Not Be Lost Hold Your Torches Aloft