Centralia

I offer myself to you Though I am a broken thing A cardinal with severed wing

In morning to hide my face Though I am a sunderer Guised in maternal grace

Heir to a crippled crown My little Elysium My God how I've let you down

Let me fall Through the ground Where you fell Back to you

We burn like Centralia Lost in the ash below Hoping to find a home

So far may you run from me To cities with living leaves No fire to fear beneath