When It Comes

Here lie those dreaded faults to behold, of true and of not

Embedded in our tale unbegot

Stones hold their energy and some stars speak in code

Forgetting that their words travel slow

I feel the waning breadth of your loathe

When it comes

I sense the depths from which we emerge

When it comes

I see the shackles hang that bound for so long

And when it comes, we've just begun

When it comes

There hang the ripened fruits of our hope

Run through like a host; a calloused soul that begs for the just

Beholden there we'll loom and grow, unknown and untouched

Unbroken still, we shelter as such

I feel the waning breadth of your loathe

When it comes

I sense the depths from which we emerge

When it comes

I see the shackles hang that bound for so long

And when it comes, we've just begun

When it comes, when it comes

In the weighted air, in the ashen flare

We brace against the absolute

In the weighted air, in the ashen flare

We brace against the absolute

I feel the waning breadth of your loathe

When it comes

I sense the depths from which we emerge

When it comes

I see the shackles hang that bound for so long

And when it comes, we've just begun

When it comes, when it comes