Bruises To Ash

Grew up in a fire
Burning bruises to ash
Struck by a history
I once thought would pass
Wading out in the cold
Asking for rivers to numb
Press my face to the soil
Waiting for time to dissolve
Trying to find my head
I paralyze my feet
Hollowed out the old tree
So we could finally weep
Wading out in the cold
Asking for rivers to numb
Press my face to the soil
Waiting for time to dissolve
Smothered by a warm breeze
It was hard to see
Cradled by the bedside
The water slowly creeped