Hide your teeth, take us underneath. The spine you keep hardens as you sleep. You're turning in circles again. Now you stand before me, a broken man. I will comfort you as best I can. A loving mother with a heart so broken. You are my son, you were the one, I'm screaming to hold on. You are the only one. Honestly you were my only son. You're turning in circles again. The uncomfortable weather that you inevitably did bring with you that summer sickness that shook you from limb to limb. And I brought forward the floods that blessed your aching hands and blistered feet. I hope to never witness you roaming empty streets. You are my son, you were the one, I'm screaming to hold on. This temporary calm, you'll find comfort in these arms. When you stood before me a broken man, I tried to comfort you but you turned and ran. And I promised that I'd never leave you but it's hard when I can't reach you. You're already gone. Honestly, you were my only son.