Famine Walk

There is no sound left in these walls
The hallowed ground had long ago heard it all
Of spirits rise, of spirits flown
Just like the one that once I called my own

Come rain or come the shine we knew
Time arrives and its army marches through
Leaving a trail of ash and bone
Right through the song that once I called my own

A mockingbird has had me on
Laughing loud and long before the dawn
And in a voice I swear I've known
In a voice that once I called my own

I listen deep within my blood
To where you wade into this flood
The flaggy shore and its hill at either side
The heart off guard, but ever opened wide

Eye for an eye, but always mean
That the loss behind our gains will go unseen
But we need no light to see as home
Whichever way we go and call our own