let him send us a wind then
we cannot come to them
she held their land
this aspect, theirs if they please

there are moments
and there are days
when I feel so free of my pain
not the least that, I'll die tomorrow
not the least that, won't die for nothing
not the least that "she's an errant witch"

she said "I'll answer for nothing"
what they do is of their own branch
I should betray
against design, no child will be forced out
they do come to you, but you don't hear them

I know better than right
not deem it fit, just if it's used to
I should live among you, steady on your words
young lamb lost, left to burn
young lamb lost, left to burn
left to burn