So no living soul will ever know...
So no living soul will ever know... The path leads to the graveyard, Her breath burned as she walked toward the distant church. Step by step the child grew heavier still, His tears soaked him through. "Carry me home, Where old church bells toll." "Carry me home, Lay my sorrow in holy soil." I wandered where there's no mercy, Through winter nights when no one knows. Don't put me down, Please carry me home! She sank deep into the mud, Her hands trembled on her shoulders numb. The graveyard wall stood just ahead, But each step felt like lead behind her head. From behind came a cry: "I never had a name!" She closed her eyes beneath the rain, And gave the child a name. The burden shifted, night stood still, One final step, one final breath... She fell at the gates of the cemetery, Dragging years of grief and weight. And suddenly the burden fled, Like winter wind above the dead. Your child remained upon her back, Your sobs echoed through the black. Only rain tapped on the stones, And silence rested over all. I carried you home, Where old church bells now toll. I carried you home, Laid your sorrow in holy soil. No more wandering where cold winds blow, No more hiding when no one knows. I didn't put you down, I carried you home! Morning broke across the stones, The forest stood in silence. Somewhere beyond the graveyard wall, A child finally sleeps. I carried you home!