When I was five you stood like a tree, you everything that I wanted to be.
But it was cold as hell and I was worried sick, when November came and you boarded that plane.
Egress my brother, come back home
Forget the dead armies, and the love that robbed you
It's raining and it's pouring, but our father is not sleeping.
None of us sleep well these days since you left
We've all been clinging to your letters.
And how in the hell does your wife sleep when you're gone
I won't let you you become that shadow, sliding out of your own skin.
Would you die for that ground from which your bones where hewn from
You were all teeth and repose when you came back, half of the man that you were when you left.